Read me if you will but don’t believe
No human mind is pure enough to read
For through a poet’s words, one may deceive.
Yet we need a language to perceive.
And through our words we sow our our fruitful seeds
Read me if you must but don’t believe.
In such writing what can one achieve?
Who would cut the heart and make it bleed ?
Through my poet’s words I may deceive.
When we’re wandering dange can impede
Read me if you will but don’t believe.
Yet through a language every thought’s conceived.
Language is impure and so are deeds
Everything we say say may well deceive
We disbelieve the truth for what we need.
In our hearts and souls it’s love that pleads
Read me if you will but don’t believe
Everything I tell you might deceive
How my heart speaks 