He doesn't see
how much you love him
has no clue
how much you care.
He won't admit
you love him more.
He knows he better
not even dare.
He cannot see what hurts you,
cannot feel your pain.
You do not want to be a bother
so hardly you complain.
Your feelings are as deep as
sensitivity is engrained.
Inside it seems you weep as
if showers of sadness rain.
This is an observation made of a freind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem