Heart Translation

It is my desire
for these verses
to be a window
to my heart;
loyal translation
of my feelings,
for you who are
far apart.

Oh, to love
  ] without translation.
Oh, to be loved
  ] just the same
way my heart feels,
the same way I am myself.

But it is not the words I say
nor the language that I write,
it is nothing else I ask for
other than our hearts to find their rhyme.

If it is love that I feel,
how could I tell you about it?
But it is love, what i feel.
There is no doubt about it.

Now it is your time
to ask thy heart
if it gets mine
without translation.
Either these scattered verses speak to you
or be a muted echo in an empty connection.

this is a draft I might never finish