She asked, “Hey, do you love me? ”
I wished, but spoke a lie.
I turned, “It’s just a friendship.”
But my heart had a cry.
My request for approval,
Had not a single chance.
So never even dreamed,
To hold her hands for dance.
We pile up in our lives,
Few regrets and few tears.
A daring moment, once,
Then all shyness and fears.
Could I ever confess?
I wonder no one knows.
Besides my lie to her,
Still in my soul, love grows.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem