Love turned into the form of art
This site is my private theater
And my heart plays on this scene another act
It’s real though it’s still the play
But love you see is here
I wish you are the main watcher and actor as well
But I don’t mind to be seen by all
When I sing my song filling the pages of my life’s book
I never know who will come on the stage
To let me scream or dance more
Meantime there is a peace or little monologue
But this theater still lives here and welcomes all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...theatre, and the show must go on... Good job, Richard