I can’t control myself
I can’t regret all the pain
Why should I?
It all happens in a reason
I have no right to ask questions
Nor feel miserably
This is me, and I choose to be this way
And I choose to be with you
Here I am full of love around me
But still emptiness lingers
When will I be contented?
When can I say your love is enough to go through this pain?
Maybe I don’t love you enough
Or I don’t really love you at all
I don’t know
Maybe this is me, afraid to love you completely
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I don't believe I've ever read a poem with so much question and doubt. With that much, you can't possibly be in love. I recommend this. Well expressed and clear. GW62