To Someone

I write this to you, mysterious woman,

who imprisoned my heart, like no human.

It has not happened yet, still I see it,

For you to take my heart, I forgive it.

Like the birds are chirping on a tired morning,

You’re going to bring spring to my infinite mourning.

The marvellous lines of your face can ease the deepest pains,

It lifts me up, like the well carries up the liberating raindrops.

Ps.: Please note that I am not a native speaker and this is the first time I put my poem out in front of the public. And actually this is the first time I write in English as well. I am honestly looking for feedbacks whether it is good or not what I am doing.

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József Juhász

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