You see, I can’t love you
My heart belongs to another
and another, and another and you
It’s true, I just can’t love you
I can’t conform to a single view
The weight and breadth of my love for you
Or, measure it upon textile fabric
Unwrapped and bare, each thread unleashed
As frayed as the ends of these silk sheets
For each to cut and confiscate,
Eradicating a piece of me, by no mistake
you see…
Lost among these strands, lies my heart
To love only you, will destroy me…. inevitably
Within my staunch exterior, hides frailty
Held by the fibers held by others
Together the warmth of life regathers
In each, a link to my loves subsistence
unmending my existence,
to my love true, and to you
You see… I can’t love just you
I think I know what you mean. We meet and love different people differently. You can love many people but may only make love to one. And sometimes we choose the wrong one...take care...
Lovely. The expression of turmoil and inner battle is extraordinary. Beautiful work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we love different people for different reasons. a good write