he betrays you
in ways that you cannot notice
in modes that you
cannot discover
in a manner that what you do not know
cannot hurt you
on so many pretenses
and he knows it
and he wants to change and
stop those
betrayals
but he is as weak as the
first Adam to
Eve
and to the Snake and
to the Apple he
shall always succumb
it is hard to wake up a man
who is awake
but because you love him
you always understand that a betrayal
cannot be that
hurting anymore
when he comes back
you are there waiting by the stairs and the door
and you hug him back
with all your
open arms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem