What? What am I doing here?
Seems like just yesterday, when it feels like home
Why? Why do I feel insincere?
When I look into your eyes, I realize all the emptiness inside of me
How? How can I be so unsure?
Your love is pure and so tender
In your arms, I just surrender all my cares away for I know that you'll still stay
When? When will I awake?
From this shallowness, my ambiguous actuality
Who? Who did I forsake?
After my revelries are over and my days are shorter
Should I look back?
When did I lose track of you?
Lead me where I suppose to be, Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Jean. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.