Every time it rises anew,
The will of freeing myself from you
To runaway, to flee, to rush
But every time, I hush.
You use me every time anew,
Unable to see me, too!
As a person and a friend,
I want to bring it to an end.
To myself I say with Pride,
I shall cast you aside,
This contact with you only harms,
Though still, sometimes you do charm.
In my heart I always say
Without you, I shall be *Gay!
But in practice this is true:
Don't know why,
Still in touch with you.
*Happy
written: 26.6.2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can not free oneself from a true love... it can never happen even if you want to! A 10.