Why do we beg for love?
Why do we die without attention?
Why do we prefer to be two instead of one?
Why do we seek warmth from a body that is not ours?
Why do we want to be special in the eyes of others?
Is life a gift too precious to be spent alone?
Is being alone a thought too cold?
Do we love as we long to be loved?
Or is life simply a gift
Too great to be spent on you
and you alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem