I thought love
was letting go;
learning to trust.
Do you have a need
for secrets?
And what secrets
do you hide,
hold close to the skin;
tuck deep within
the dark recesses
of your heart?
And why?
More importantly
how long will it take
to overcome the fear
of making a mistake;
before an 'I'
can become about
'us'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem