It's a dangerous game you're playing.
You have so much to lose.
You risk it all.
You risk for you and you risk for others.
For a whim. I know. This heart knows.
This heart however, accepts.
Heart accepts the whim, the risk.
Heart breaks with this acceptance.
Broken hearts have a hard time holding secrets.
But not this heart.
This heart holds what hurts.
This heart has accepted.
This heart knows how to hide.
You have no idea how safe a game you're playing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem