I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.

If love is the answer,
how come so many
problems come from it?

Just alone at home
Waiting for the rain of hope
Could these be the end ?
So scared at every passing moment

i know it’s my fault you left
but i can’t help but feel upset at myself
that i made it so easy
for you to leave

Where do I go
On this site
So full of promises
And clouds of imagination
There are many tales of dark romance
And light skies
The verdant gardens grow green
And little men grow big in the estimation of the world
True
The world cares only for itself
But I have found a secret place of light and joy where trees grow big in this site

It will grow
Poetry will grow
Praise God