It cannot be called 'love unrequited'
If any love has been returned
Despite the fact I have longed so hard
Or how I have desperately yearned
If it was truly love in the first place-
From the purest of seeds
And the purest of thoughts
I would not seek all
or want nothing
Nor let impossibility taunt.
I would not ask for a special some one
To be something they're not
Even if it included
Loving me this way...
It would not be the person I want.
Nor would it be the person
That I would want to stay.
So I embrace any love you give to me
Content this affection
Slips not, away.
If it must be crystallised in friendship,
then,
At least it shall never decay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem