I falter quite a bit
'cause you made me a half-poet.
I trip on words like 'Perhaps'.
And then, a lasting pause.
If the mind thinks
my heart weeps.
When the heart sings
the tongue stills.
I falter quite a bit
'cause you made me a half-poet.
I search in vain.
Here again, but gone now.
What wells within me
dissolves beyond my ken.
I am never sure of words.
I trust, their love will show me the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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