I am only a child, yes a young one too.
But I have this feeling that no others my age have.
It is a feeling so awkward, yet so ardent
It is amazing yet unnerving
It stays then goes, but when it stays,
It stays for a while.
And when it stays, I cannot get rid of it.
Amiable it can be, but it can also be hostile
What is this feeling you ask?
It is Love I tell you-
But I am too young,
and definitely not ready to love in public
I will just keep this feeling inside me,
safe and sound.
Were no one else can sustain.
A secret you and I must only discern
A secret that shall not be told for a long, long time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine penning Elizabeth! Well, young love is best. 'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may' said Robert Burns. Perhaps Poe said it all when he wrote: I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.