Words that are left unspoken
offer love without fear.
But promises could be broken,
and nothing's truly clear.
So you really think you love me.
What makes you feel that way?
Love is such an amenity.
It's not a game to play.
Yet late at night while all alone
my thoughts drift off towards you,
your gentle voice, soft spoken tone,
and all those things you do.
This puts my soul in chaos,
and perplexed on what to do.
Can't you see I'm at a loss?
I'm mystified by you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem