Do you love or just want to be loved?
Is for you 'to be loved' good enough?
Should you settle your life just with that,
How it feels during times, spent in bed?
If lovemaking just comes as technique,
Not requiring for both hearts to click,
If the skills are well tuned and adjusted, being tried,
Then before you are ready to fall into sleep, satisfied,
Do you dare to say: 'I do too' to the guy?
Does he know it is just a lie?
Was he able sometimes to cut through
And reply with the pain: 'It's not true'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem