you may see me not, because of your
love to me, I have touched you and
you have grown up, maybe not
because I inspired you.
I make you real, as what you say
but maybe you're just blind
because your mind is so conditioned
that I cared for you, your experience
with me made your conclusion real,
but are you in touch of what is
deep inside me?
we have shared memories, a commitment
that only I and you can profess, maybe it ended
with a memorable passion that each one of
us would'nt forget
yes! you understand me in every spoken and
unspoken word I say, but perhaps
those action is not I who say
break me up into pieces and scatter it beyond
its recognition and design, maybe the answer
is there to be found
hold me not and turn into puzzle, my being
maybe the real I is me, take me in every
pieces, it ups and downs, there you will find me
make me whole, touch me piece by piece
, you'll find the answer, for only in breaking my
heart can you find the real me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'make me whole.... touch me piece by piece.... you'll find the answer...for only in breaking my heart can you find the real me'