Is there something greater than love?
Such a thing held above?
Something that is more pure?
it's so difficult to be sure
A question that captures, that binds
It destroys what it finds
In a fit of dishonesty
The question is asked
With searching, amidst despair it is tasked
If whatever you feel isn't real,
But a mask of uncaring,
Then of seeing the truth would be baring
All of the lies despite what you know
That it's you
Only you
Always you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem