Knots to be tied very soon
Folks doth say we are alter bound
But conviction in you, cannot be found
Anxiety and ‘wife-to-be’ joy in you, cannot be sighted
Coz you think, my dirty past, cunningly me has hided?
Doubts?
Having are you?
Hope mixed with fears anew!
Wondering about my true nature!
You will I torment or torture?
Am I a thug or tout?
Who am I?
My past will I tell you about?
Will I leave you cold & dry?
Cause ‘streams’ to flow through your eyes?
Think it not, am forever yours!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem