When thou feel impressed
Feel the fear of losing self
It’s the fear of falling in love.
When thou hast that feel
Thy avoid being expressed
To behold thine pride.
The inferior psyche and the virtuous mind
Conceals the feel. Yet it’s the body
That stumbles to have it conveyed right?
An expression by act is as half heard
Than fully said…so what’s your say?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem