i will not let you know that i know that you lied.
i will pretend inorder to save you face.
whatever you ask i give in the name of love.
if it destroys you, i will have no regrets.
you will be responsible for this love.
if at the end you will know the real score
that i have not really loved you despite the love
that i give away all the time for those who are left out
of life and felt that they were never really loved,
because this love is for all, and not exclusive,
like the way God loves both sinners and saints,
if at the end you will discover this, this poem of confession,
even then, i will not expect that you will change,
but if by chance, whatever that be, that you change for good,
o my! i will be also one of those who will rejoice!
i will join with all the stars in the heavens,
and like firecrackers, all explode into a vast song
of this universe all because The prodigal son has returned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem