I tend to think i am a master of the pen,
but tell me,
When i put it down in ink,
Will it finally sink
My heart is heavy from carrying you
Will you blink, as you read this
Will your lips tell your heart, what they've read.
Will you forgive the frail attempt at a rhyme
Will you believe me when i say
I intended this to be a love poem
Maybe I'm really not a master of the pen
Or maybe i should have just told you
I Love You
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love and dreams! Moving along with your mind. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.