If you touch a heart, be prepared to have blood on your hands
If you touch a soul, be ready to answer to dreams and beyond
If you speak wisdom, then you will have your disciples
If you hold beauty, you must satisfy your admirers
But you do these things, then you want to remain unknown
You reveal only a little of yourself, and expect us to forget
You lay no claim to fame, yet we who see you, stand in awe
Now you hide, and we wonder if this was not all but a dream
Listless, you leave us, turning your gentleness into cruelty
But, we can smile, truly blest for having known you
Labels: Helsinki, Poetry, travelling to Finland, Verse