Unto mine heart is hidden
The letter never written
Never given onto voice
Nor upon paper released
Unto mine heart the touch
That your fingertips swept
Leaving feelings of unwant
An' thoughts of disbelief
Unto mine heart fair Lady
The twist of your turns
An' an ever need of sun
Of which suppy was forward.....
So direction now must move....
an' this Love must now find home....................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Agree with Frankie here, I like this usage of the couplet at the end. Sometimes they tell more in so few words. 'Tis a fine ending for sure.... HG: -) xx