Softly, tenderly,
When I'm sad and lonely,
I read verses of melancholy,
Of frustrated love,
Of prayers for a better tomorrow,
Of things that I've never heard of.
They console me and hold me,
Like a mother embracing her scared child.
Poetry, since childhood has been my friend,
My accompanying musical instrument,
As I turn Life's lonely bend.
Then,
Now, and in the Future,
I came across your poetic flowered bough,
That with starlit images wrote,
The most Miraculous Verses,
That language can allow,
Like thousands of delights, opening,
The Portals of Heaven on earth,
Filling me with endless mirth,
Words that make your life precious,
A call to Beauty, in a Soul so spacious.
There are many Portals of Heaven on Earth, for those with eyes to see and ears to hear and open hearts to feel~~~
Exquisite. Your brilliant humour gives way to soft and gentle melancholy. I hope that your poet turns out to be all that you'd want him to be. Are you sure that you're not Celtic?
Poetry, since childhood has been my friend, My accompanying musical instrument, As I turn Life's lonely bend. Liked it.
Poetry can indeed be very soothing, and can bring solace to a troubled mind with its words of wisdom. Lovely poem Sandra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such soothing words Sandra, pieced together beautifully and words to save. Thank you