I knew
No one could save me but you,
Was breathless
Yet
Brave.
And to be brave
Is to love again.
Desire the fire
That would burn you
eventually.
I wonder how many
Loved deadly
And lost deadly
Once upon a time.
What a line between
And what a game.
To let yourself
demand the desire
once again.
That you might lose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem