as love may come and go like spring
like luck or fortune's furtive grace
so every heart must guard itself
and thus reserve a secret place
and in that secret place the soul
behind a wall where no one goes
must hide itself from pain and fear
and all delusions we suppose
our strength must ever dwell within
and can't depend on someone's hand
to raise us from the world's despair
life rarely goes like we had planned
for we are born and die alone
and in between love comes and goes
and grace is just accepting fate
to welcome both the highs and lows
yes...its true we are alone in this world therefore we have to hold the strength within...great poem...
Thank you Michael, I'm glad you liked it. And thank you for the compliment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and in that secret place the soul behind a wall where no one goes must hide itself from pain and fear and all delusions we suppose: the verses impressed me most