How can I ever convince you in words which
you will clearly understand that I love you
as deeply as any other red-blooded man
possibly could, when you persist in
doubting me the way you do?
WHY?
Never allowing me or the great store of love
I have within me to ever meaningfully
touch you, as I’d hope it would;
or even get the chance
to have a look in?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem