This love of mine
need not disturb you,
it is inside me
and it will not be seen
or felt by you,
i love you and probably
will still love you
(for this long
and for how long?
i do not really know)
and
this love of mine
may persist longer
than i ever want or feel it to be
This will be true and gentle
and coy and
innocent still
but I pray that you should
never know it
or that you may love me too
we simply don't fit
we are never really meant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem