My heart is a peacock
Showing out feathers
Beckoning to you
Come hither
Delight
Don't
Fright
Lover by
My bedside
Eyes staring
Words striving
Hopelessly saying
Stay, but as peacock
Prances, no one notices
Pitiful bird plays a dirge
You may be misunderstood when you dance but glory in the message you bring out to the world, the essence of your existence. But be thrifty with words, and not be too exuberant with the display of your dexterity which dilutes the poignancy of a moment's distillation - given only to you and no one else. This is your commission, not the adulation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I excellent poem on being true to who you are! A 10.
Yes, there's two and more of us. Thank you for this keen interpretation. :)