Hope is close at hand.
I look into your eyes.
I can't seem to understand
Why I'm not afraid of the sight.
Dreams are becoming clear.
I touch your skin.
I feel no fear.
How did that end?
Love might be real.
Aloud I am scared to say.
Maybe the same you don't feel.
If I told you, would you run away?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem