Here am I...
Waiting for the man who will never be
Heart wanting him to love me
To show me
Yet it is a waste
A waste all the way down to town
Where the city never sleeps
Where his whispers near my ear lights my face up
Blush, never thought I could...
He was my first everything
I gave him my first and last wish
To be forever
A love, to love, to be alive...
To think we'd end so frantically
I am now the tears of dawn
And the wake of the moon...
Here I am?
And in Death
Do us part, I will still feel the love
Broken, vain, I solemnly sware
The wreath of my sword I hold, with casual dignity and pride...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem