If it's words you want,
I would find the most beautiful ones,
Shower them in chamomile,
Scent them with lilacs,
Enshroud them in roses,
Encase them in bronze,
Amidst the moon rocks,
Sprinkle them with golden dust,
Dip them in liquid diamond.
But sadly I don't have the words you want.
I don't have the words meant to touch your heart.
To open up the wounds she left behind,
Too fast, too rash, too brash...
I cannot stop myself from seeing the hurt.
I don't have the words to argue with your pain,
No words to tell you how great we could be.
Insufficient, depleted.
I have no words to tell you of the strength I see,
Of the determination behind your eyes that deter weaker souls,
Of the grace and poise you acquired to be better and greater,
Only so no one can slip past the walls again.
If only I had words,
I would tell you I love the man you chose to be.
If only I had words,
I would tell you I hate the walls you chose to build.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem. It has a good flow.