Hearing your name.
Does not make the past,
We had change.
It still remains gone.
And anything that had been wrong,
No longer reminisced.
Or missed.
As those years have drifted to diminish,
Remnants of anger.
Or feelings of revisited bitterness.
With the reasons and causes of it.
Sought to seek to validate.
Hearing your name,
Today I can and will admit.
Had at one time,
Finding myself to blame.
For something said or done to do.
And one day I did remember it.
To you...
I admitted my love.
And,
Although I was honest.
Committed and devoted.
It is now the hearing of your name.
That has made me keep my promise.
To never feel love to then admit it,
Or confess to anyone again.
What it is I wish and want to express,
If I suspect them to be dishonest.
Hearing your name has kept me cautious.
And for that reason alone,
I can thank you without feeling remorse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem