Afraid to love, all to aware of
the ever presence darkness.
Can you remember when you
once loved me? Unnatural
desire that exist, if only in the
shadow of a lost dream. Can
the madness last for all
eternaity or will you soneday
again love me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, the bitter sweet of inrequited love. It surely can tear at ones heart strings, David. I feel for you! Theo