How come it's you?
Why? When you don't.
Or do? I don't know.
I won't. Or will I?
This feeling. Hurts.
When I know not.
But it changes.
Because I like. Love.
You.
They say you do.
They talk. Tell.
And I listen. Hoping.
'Tis true?
Ney. Or can it?
Answers. Questions.
All but none I get.
Could you?
Tell truth.
Or not?
I do. I have.
But I hide.
Smile
And wait.
Day and day
Again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem