I feel so weak,
sayin this to you.
I'm not afraid,
to live without you.
But terrified if you are not here,
beside me in life.
Seeing you beside me,
made me say things,
that I'd thought I'd never say.
But I truley meant them,
every last word.
My passion for you burns,
the hunger intense.
I don't mean to sound perverted,
or wrong in anyway.
But this is how you,
make me feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I kinda feel this way, but don't.weird? This poem kinda simplifies a whole months of conversations into one poem, it's cool.