Dear, are we already through?
Before I get the chance to love you.
I've so much locked within my heart,
To be shared with you who plays a part.
Perhaps you don't like my ways and distance,
Perhaps you hate my assumed aloofness,
But you'll never know my real sentiments,
I adored you as my religion, like the saints.
I guess I was falling, without realizing
My dangers, abandoned my shelter and shield
And came out into the rain, to the chilly wild,
Much as I feared, much as I hesitated…
Love, please stay, stay ever close to me,
Please let me have my share of dreams.
I fear to wake up to the cold reality,
To a world layered with tragic themes.
Nov.8th,2010.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem