It's a concoction of emotions;
A smile here and a tear there;
A shove here, a cuddle there;
Bitterness here, sweetness there.
It is beautiful, and scary;
And blissful and fiery
It is childish and real
At times promising and ideal.
The abiding love;
Sustains in times of distress;
Any injuries the heart has
She's never scared to nurse.
Ironic, never she is
And cynical, she avoids being
She's never pessimistic
And never condescending.
She is beautiful,
An absolutist
She is a romantic;
A perfectionist
Feelings, once concealed
Inside, are now expressed to her.
The dream once an illusion,
Is now the reality to dare.
Nights once filled with loneliness
A pleasure they have become;
And all things once possessed
Without measure, they are shared.
A heart once injured by many
Is mended in the end;
And a man once a loner
Can now call on a friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem