What is a heart that cannot love?
But then what is a love that must bury itself
In shrouds of secrecy and deceit.
What is a soul that cannot give expression?
But what good is expression where it will give pain,
Where before there was none.
What is an embrace that cannot give warmth?
But then what warmth can spread itself,
To stop all flows of icy loneliness.
What is a voice that cannot speak truth?
But then what truth can be so just as to tear apart existence,
When silence will appease.
What is a love that cannot be shared?
But then what shame and misery must be absorbed,
Before love can truly flourish.
What is a lover who fears to give his love?
Foolish, for love is not constrained or shackled,
It is free and to be cherished.
What is a life, it if cannot truly be lived?
To live is to love, to bask in the warmth,
That only love can emit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this a lot it has heart and soul