Eyes speak for me
I that am taciturn, fragile, often tongue tied
Reveal your essence to the day, the night
When the fickle sun has taken its flight
My eyes will speak, with their delight
Mouth speak for me
Not through mere words or sounding cry
But in many expressions that passing by
When the only uttered sound might be a sigh
My mouth will speak for me, in smiles
Hands speak for me
Smooth and pale, though short of nail
For hands might soothe, where others fail
The eyes might scorn, the mouth might curl
While hands will speak, in softest braille
Lovely lines and insightful too of many moments in life, Patty...this is indeed a memorable song of oneself (not necessarily yourself) ...of moments in our lives
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful, and loving, poem, Patti!