A friend is all I will ever be, it is all the love I have in me.
Needs so ineffective, and inadequate.
Trying relate to a person you never met, or will meet.
A belief in that which can never be.
An illusion that dresses up the honest, and we all are living in this fairy tale.
Just because I don't hate you, doesn't mean I want you.
A complement, is not an act of flirting when it done after a good read.
It is instead encouragement to keep them coming.
The facet only drips when we want it to be fully running.
Only when we ignore intent, is love no longer relevant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem