You ask my words,
though I have none.
Only this that has begun
it is without words.
It is with silence
inside of me
that your lips,
your voice,
your taste,
and your touch.
Your very being.
They are multiplied,
in every morning that I wake.
And even these words,
that I write now
are not really words at all.
Rather they are my silence
echoed from inside
and spoken onto paper.
Only this that has begun......nicely penned and meaningful poem. Keep on writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just the way you are....this too reflects so much of your sensitiveersonality