I wish that I could write well,
like those marveled for their skill.
But I, I jumble words together,
in sentences not necessarily stable,
and call it my poem.
These words I write,
never flow beautifully over the page,
like those of the poems I deeply cherish.
And though I strive to attain the skill,
I am left with only words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where you are right now I was some time ago and where I am now, you shall be one day and maybe higher! A few honest words that clearly radiate your beauty! 10+++ Just keep writing what you feel and feel what you write! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! ...God Bless You!