FOR THOSE WHO WANT A BRIEFING ABOUT ME;
Attempting to express
The feelings of my heart
I put my pen to paper
And try to make a start
Endeavouring to capture
Words that just aren’t there
Is the language of the heart
Spoken anywhere?
Yet still something is telling me
Of words I must impart
So stumblingly I start to try
To translate from my heart
At best it will be a shadow
Of what a heart can say
But rather than give up
I write it anyway
And when at last I’m finished
I ponder on my art
Have I managed to convey
A small piece of my heart?
