The fickleness of nights
incomplete and stunted.
The fickleness of kisses
that will remain uncounted.
The fickleness of those
who choose to be this way;
is because of idle minds,
idle hearts that never pray.
The fickleness of hands
held in such pretense;
how laughable the moment
without time or any sense.
Ephemeral are the nights
when fickle I choose to be.
But fickleness it is
when you are here with me.
(Itajaí - 08 June,2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, had to read this three times, wow, i think i will read it once more and just bathe in the feeling, great poem