I found you within myself.
To know without explanation,
There was a sharing of depth...
Left unspoken.
But we both accepted.
And perhaps with regret,
The one we made eye contact...
To know without explanation,
That feeling inside kept we felt.
And yet,
We leave never to meet again.
To address each other by name.
Although the impression remains,
As if the imprint of it...
Had been meant to linger.
Are you left wishing like I do,
For that time we had to return?
To review and pursue.
Are you left wishing like I do,
We had refused the feeling...
Of being rejected and appearing a fool?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem