Holding you so tight
is a means for me to fight.
Keeping you in my arms
is a way to avoid any chasm.
But now that my grip is getting tighter,
I could feel you dying and become lighter.
Breathless love, lifeless love
all I could feel from you that before it was tough.
I am now the soloist fighter
of this romantic entity of lover.
Now, you are tied in my chain,
feeling the thrusts of pain.
I want you, I need you
I love you so I am not letting you go.
I cannot love and breathe without you.
Because one is not better, it must be two.
Now, people call me names.
Killer, murderer and now I am ashamed.
What's wrong of fighting and reviving
the love I feared of losing.
Now, I realized,
the things that really materialized.
I will be the master of my work, though
it is the art of letting you go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, this is an honest poem, and its honesty is a real sacrifice of ego and selfishness. In the first part you show how slippery love can be and how easily it is lost, so you do what you have to do to hold on to it. Then you realize, or a part of you realizes, This not right! and you let the trapped lover free. That was the right thing to do. N-O-W you have to take care of you (of course, you do! I'm revealing the obvious.) This is so admirable! !