An earnest poem, where art thou?
From a heart's longing, to you I avow
Deaf to a plea like bricks unbaked
I wish to read whilst life's awake
A penned craft I can see myself solely
In every song of dusk and word of dawn
Like my portrait that you painted vividly
As thine own heart a shelter to a fawn
Alas, silent tears will fall time and again
Pen and paper mettre à part constantly
My soul begets lasting peace until then
As reflection's aglow like crystalline sea
MCVA
1/21/20 11: 50 PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely articulated and lovely reading