Could I claim that I love you as I do?
Or alas! Does my heart once more decieve?
Colouring lies and hiding what is true!
Only pain down such path will it achieve.
But when I see you I have to believe
That in truth I love you and you love me
Lest it would kill me! I would cease to live
At finding a lie where truth ought to be!
And in my heart grows an uncertain tree
A love that grows in fear of being fake
A tree that never knew true ecstasy
In a heart that can so easily break
Once more patience will turn the clock around
As I lie waiting for the truth to be found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem