purpose

My words are the worlds
God gave me to find me
whenever I get lost in my loneliness.

My hands
want to melt in kindness

so what are you waiting for?
Come closer, listen
to this disguised silence.

Give me your hand, let
God reach your heart
and then let us let Him
set us apart,
let us depart
towards wonderfulness.


how would you make the poetess happier?