I don't expect you soon to love me,
Nor are my own feelings clear.
Passion is the ornate entrance
To a world we crave and fear.
We cannot know where this will take us,
Nor whether we will ride for long,
But pleasure is the overture
That flows into the larger song.
So come with me with open mind
And heart, and we the time will prove
With laughter and with joy from above
And, perhaps, someday with love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
keep your promises jay....it really hurts to make somebody fall for you but let them hit the ground........nice poems!