I don't know many words
To express my thoughts
To let you know what I feel
About you and your love
The few words I know
I learn by rote and they are
Not borrowed from those who
Can write better than me
When I weave them
Like flowers in to garlands
I use love as the string and my
Pain as the final knot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i totally agree with you... honest words crafted into a poem....liked