I catch that quick glimpse again.
That heartbreaking glance.
We're not perfect, not even close.
Yet still we dance this dance.
It would make us or break us.
Oh, how I would love to be made.
I see the flicker of your eyes,
and I start to fade.
I scream silently;
Try to break through.
But I'm paralyzed
while gazing at you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem