One night on the bus ride home
I decided to gather my courage
to do something,
something that I wanted so badly.
That one night on the bus ride home,
when I finally mustered my courage.
To do that one thing,
that one thing that I wanted.
That one night on the bus ride home,
when I displayed some courage,
while doing that important thing,
and that was when I realized.
On that bus ride home,
when I finally got what I wanted,
that one important thing
that needed so much courage.
On that bus ride home,
in the arms of the one I love,
I felt so secure,
felt something similar like home.
On that bus ride home,
while lying on the one I love,
as he caress my head
with fingers smoothing my hair.
On that bus ride home,
I knew one thing for sure.
That I am willing to offer anything
for this amount of security and warmth.
And on that one bus ride home,
I knew it in my heart.
That he is the only one,
who can be my second home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem