I’ve written this for you,
But only barely,
A poem I can memorize.
It’s length, more important than it’s meaning,
But it’s meaning being for you,
So I can voice it into your eyes,
Without breaking stride, nor breath, or glance.
This poem is for you
To prove some words are more important than others,
Like
I love you,
Those more important than the one’s where we differ.
Or how some emotions outweigh their counterparts,
like our endearment cracking light through our fear’s darkness,
Like the full moon showing you naked through the blackened stream
Or how actions mean even more than these words,
Like this action of me reading them to you,
Because it’s equal in purity to you
It`s why I’ll never forget this poem,
And why I’ll always remember your presence,
It’s ability to make a senseless fool
Like myself,
Reveal absolute beauty for the entirety
Of our time knowing each other.
And for every time you ask why I write,
Or why I love,
I’ll ask why not,
but perhaps if we both didn’t bother,
We’d both enjoy more…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem