A thing that don't always come easy.
But then again,
So few things do.

It comes in many different forms,
Places, faces.
But then again,
When it does, It's true

I found mine,
I found it in you, two eyes of blue.
Now it's just flowing through,
But then again.
Sutch a blessing comes to few.

by Henrik Berg

Comments (4)

Good poem. I like it Satheesh kumar
yes, his eye is on the sparrow... do you know that old hymn?
Hai! Poet! The profound, prolific, mystic mind reflects, and refrain of fain, strain thoughts flowing and filling the pure hearts. The poem opious, pious of truth. The track of truth, worth and mirth. God bless you.
Hai! Poet!