A chance never taken is a chance wasted.
A chance to love, this love is not a word.
This love is an action, care-filled acts.
Always shown when not deserved, just like grace.
You can open doors.
You can close doors.
When I look for the path set for me, the direction is not as obvious as it is led to be.
You make my plan, my story told to every face, every heart.
I want this, do you want this?
Help me to determine the answers to the haunting, dauntings questions, that linger within, through your eyes.
Now to you my friend.
Open your eyes, see hun.
I love you, this love of a secure friendship.
Nothing more, nothing less.
You are the obvious choice but I will let you contemplate about my reasoning.
Just as I have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem