She needs to feel in love to drive aside the night,
I love to feel in love, ONE source of joy and light,
When love is not at home, she's sad to be alone,
When love is not in sight, the world is mine to roam.
Beginnings bring disquiet, thoughts that might implode,
Anticipation puts my heart in singing mode,
A friend's departure makes her shadows fall,
But I hear stranger's voices lighting up the hall.
Experience has made her doubt her heart it seems,
While all my failures just enrich unending dreams,
Her mounting fear makes her the slave of every rule,
My foolish faith makes me a dead God's guileless fool.
She stands alone in following the crowd du jour,
While I'm more fascinated by a life impure,
Imputes blame to the victim's of life's latest farce,
While laughingly I stoop to kiss God's arse
Responsibility can't live behind her door,
It must be me, (I know I've heard this line before.)
One lesson learned (defining sensibility) ,
Seems all that happen's my responsibility.
So childlike in her need to feel that all is well,
It fills my soul to tell her, ‘Things are going swell, '
And though it's true her doubts at times can cause me pain,
I hunger for the chance to tell her so again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you again Merov for your adulation of all my work! Really though you are too indiscriminate in your praise. It's hard to imagine how you can think that all of my poetry is so close to perfection. Do you perhaps have a drinking problem? Even though it is illegal to tell people that you think I am Poet #1 two or more times, knowing you to be of simple mind, I have corrected your error for you and given myself the one 10.0 that I know you intended in your heart.