Give me your life...
To like to love.
And not a piece of it to peep,
As if it's in a keyhole.
Give me your life...
To like to love.
And both of us can let go,
Of meeting to compete.
And...
Both of us can let go,
Of feelings to deceive.
And both of us can let go,
Of needs to be discreet...
Without a sharing honesty,
To have it faked completely.
Give me your life...
To like to love.
Just like you like it loved.
Just like you like it loved.
And not a piece of it to peep,
As if it's in a keyhole.
Then...
Both of us can let go,
Of nervous overworking antics.
Both of us can let go,
A frantic that becomes a panick.
Both of us can let go,
A masquerading to evade.
Give me your life...
Like you like it loved.
Just like you like it,
Loved.
Just like you like it,
Loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
seems this versification has something to do with real life experience of the poet. well, in anyws, the intended theme is well established, though some repetitions were not necessary; only my opinion. Keep penning. Good. God bless. Regards.