And I am a fool
I know not what is a second
I know not where are You
I know only here I am
And I am for everything.
I am calling You, my dear,
See, my throat is clear,
I am so close to You
That I failed to talk to You
And for this I am nothing.
Am I encroaching?
That I know not
But I know
It is for You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the miscommunication between a man and a woman is so hard yet can be so easy but just miscommunication and a difference in the way of thinking between man and woman