Do you have any weapon in your heart,
to pierce through my heart,
to effervescence as smoke of kindness?
Do you have any other weapon in your mind,
to radiate on the surface of my thought,
to spread on the sheets as the words?
Do you have that hurting and shooting,
weapons in your shining eyes,
to gaze at me to reflect what you give me?
Don't you have any other weapons,
to gauge the warmth and coldness of my lips,
that speak the nakedness of truth,
that may elevate you to the great height?
Do you have any weapons - heart touching and love. thanks for this write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How some wish they could. But the weapons are no match for your words. Always love your poems.