A consumate gaze that brings me life
Will often pierce me to the core.
Unsure if the eyes emit love or hate
I must gaze back into yours.
Best friends one minute, arguing the next,
Sometimes you just want to talk.
Yet other times i can't get a response,
no matter how hard I try.
I don't get your jokes, the words that you say,
the way you behave or how you think.
And wouldn't I love to just understand
what goes on in the deep.
Sometimes I lie awake at night
and thank God for giving me you,
but only on the nights when I'm not
pleading Him to take you away.
But I still love you, just because your you,
and I know that will never change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem