a face, heart and ability
to feel and touch
your deepest inner….
Accessible, not for everyone
like you, there is only one
I came, I saw nothing but I conquered
my fear phobia
mental inability
ego my person everything i do is ever
considered
i look in the mirror i am not there
can you tell me where i am
that I don’t even know myself anymore?
My girl the name is Love
your sweetest place on earth
you know that like no other
it’s worth the most to you
you travel in many countries
you have roamed everywhere on this globe
you will always find the same Country, i hope
My girl really doesn’t know where that is?
take a look in the mirror
do you see that Country?
that Land is called Love
Love is not blind, has
a face, heart and ability
to know and know it
look longer in this mirror
you will see that Land rise
that Country where you stay in more often
than you ever expected
Your deepest inner…..
©Sylvia Frances Chan
This is a translation of the poem
Voorjaar Voor Mijn Geliefde….
by
Sylvia Frances Chan