It is so strange the way I feel when you look at me
That way your eyes can bee so pure ….
If you want to
I can reach you so easily and yet it is hard to reach you
Some times I think I know you and almost I don’t
Some times I feel you and almost I don’t
But even though it is hard
It is much harder to be you
I would like to enter you
To feel every bright and dark
Every evil and good
I want to know how to protect my self from you
Because when you look at me with those eyes
In this way
I lose my will of hating you
You my dearest enemy
McDermott was meddling with it. Becomes the revolutionary the revolution, or is it all a question of how the sun brings light to the places that are cursed with dark?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice start, Sweet Moon. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks