You have not a voice, so that you can whisper.
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
To share.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Nor profess,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
I suggest you take down the image or repost the poem without the image until you obtain the original artist's permission, else I will be reporting this piece directly for copyright infringement.
Please be more aware of the law in future.
Thanks for pointing it out - as I said, I'm not really familiar with the copyright laws in such detail. So thanks for that! ^^
- I will try to remove the picture, if I can work out how. I'm not much of an expert on the submitting your art-part either, sadly. ^^'
- I hope it solved your problem. Sorry for the trouble I've caused! ^^