If you'd let your walls come down, then I could walk right in
To safely store your secrets, confess your every sin...
If you'd open up the latch, secures your steely gate
I'd stroll the lamplight corridors, where your fears congregate...
If you'd throw your window sash, let in the blistering light
I could shield what once burned you, perhaps to new delight...
If you 'd break your fences free, no boundaries to divide
I could lead you to meadows, sweet...where we could then reside
If you'd dare to risk it all, the stakes, to ante up
I could bring an avalanche, by which to fill your cup
If you'd look beyond the obvious, to see what's plain in view
I could paint a lovely portrait, of life, spent loving you
Brings to mind a picnic in a secluded meadow... sweet summer breezes... sitting beside a pond while dragonflies nip at water's surface and the cattails sway in the softness of summer... a very wistful feeling all in all...enjoyed this much.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice words with sweet thoughts. Thanks