When all has been written,
And nothing is left,
When all dreams have broken,
Including, yourself,
Will there still be a poem,
To be written with love,
Concerning the mystery,
Of all that's above.
Will that poem be ample,
And serious and best
Telling of Love's tireless quest?
Will it make those that read it,
Like never before,
Feel the call of Life fully
And even want more?
Yes, yet there will remain poetry as the budding lotus in quest of new heart where resides love yet! ....Nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem in the Sandra classic tradition- expressing love of poetry, love of the eternal quest, and love of love. A lovely poem like this is what makes Sandra lovable.