The hope of tomarrow,
The excitment of today.
How I know what you will ponder.
And because you ponder me,
My world is complete.
The feeling I feel when you speak,
because you speak to me.
Me who is melting,
me who was so vain.
I feel your warmth and honesty.
I'm full with fear, love, pain, lust, and you.
But no regret.
No regret?
Has this ever been?
A life without this feeling is just time passing.
There is nothing to be filled.
I am full, finally-I'm full.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Katie, I'm not very good at poems, sorry. I get 'roses are red and violets are blue' but that's about it! lol I am really curious..........is this poem about Jason? Love, Mom