Naive little things, words,
yet so effective when strung together
breathing romance
and fading loneliness
between the lines
with words in pastel strokes
joined in just the right way.
A writer's thoughts
whether fact or fiction
become another's hopes,
and the words find their way
to a reader's heart as surely
as petals dropped in a forest
mark the way home again.
I love you's bloom, only to fade
by truths revealed in even more words.
Can we fall in love through poetry?
I believe we can,
through the pure naivete of words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I second that... I'm sure Shakespeare said something similar: 'matching the thought to the word, the word to the deed, and withal, two hearts to each other kinned..'