Sweet it was: your Reverie.
You filled my mind with dreams.
This heart could never cite it all:
Always ran out of reams.
Loved I moments at my desk.
Alone; to all it seemed.
But in my mind I was a god:
Hardly self- esteemed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent little piece here Kyle...you get stronger with every line you post...I love that you don't draw out your words until they lose their power...great work