You are hiding my dear
because your are frightened,
What now,
when there is nothing to fear?
You are healing my dear
because your are wounded,
What now
when it's normal to be near?
You are better my dear
because your are cherished.
What now,
when your thoughts are again clear?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It sounds on some level like a modern love poem.