My love, it's only when I'm close to you:
I can take off this freezing mask of mine,
And let you look into my soul divine;
Aflame would lit if only others knew.
My life, I'm not a fan of being blue,
But it's just easier to in dark recline—
Although I often long for light, or pine—
Since light, alas, makes my clear sight yet skew!
I know at times my outlook complex seem,
'tis still to me as simple as could be;
I promise though to do the best I can,
To let you in my never waking dream:
So you could see what 'tis to be like me;
Oh, hell! I guess I'm not a simple man!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your poem! The use of dark and light and introspection shared with a love interest is great fodder for a poem. Its romantic and sweet...but not too sweet...cause you're a complicated man. Well done.