Your letters change so little.
I hoped that if you know me
who I was and what I'm planing with my life
soon they would stop arriving at my door.
I'm not saying I want you to stop
sending me these little pieces of paper
but seeing your eyes above me
gives me hope, and hope
is a dangerous thing
in the hands of a man
that has been broken so many times.
Can't you find anyone
more worthy of you?
You can't really be
in love with me.
So far all I did was
just walk around here
underneath your fingers
in the breath of your mouth
from one page to the next
almost begging for your words.
The most I can do from here
is kiss the tip of your fingers
and hope you will have closed your eyes
even for a second to allow me
the childish insanity of loving
someone that I not even touched,
as I might not have the courage
to ask you If I ever meet you.
But still you should not hope
to meet me.
Wow a unique love poem written in an appealing winsome style. Love that seems unreachable but maybe not. Thumbs up. Pls do review my lates poem too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow a unique love poem written in an appealing winsome style. Love that seems unreachable but maybe not. Thumbs up. Pls do review my lates poem too.