I don't know why
but I think it will be
different this time.
There is my age,
old enough to know better now.
And know what I want
and what I want.
And choose loneliness
over incompatibility.
I also know
as I become more aware
of who I am each day,
that I fall
fast and hard
at the least little affection
not having had any
for so long, no
since forever with him.
But you know what to say.
And just when to say it.
And you read my mind.
And all of the rest.
Will it be different.
I think it will be different.
because of the keen way which
you bored right through my eyes
and attached to my soul.
And you say I to yours.
well, that's never happened.
So I am sitting here, dreamy
Really believing
it will be different this time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem