I wish he would be more open,
and say exactly what he means.
Sometimes I cannot understand
for he's always in a dream.
I always have to ask him
if I look as good as new,
and the only answer I receive
is - 'you look OK, you'll do!
I wish he would be outspoken
and say the words I long to hear,
but to him ~ silence is golden,
so I must wait another year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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