I know I don’t love you
But wonder why
I think of you day and night
And often dreams of you.
I frequently find myself shutting off the door
And locking myself in between the room
Closing up my eyes, even up my breath
And meditate in the charm of yours
Or when I wake up in between my sleep
When I don’t see you in the dreams;
Or when I envy the air embracing you,
I know I don’t love you, but still I do…
I wonder why I feel sad
When you’re absent from where you shouldn’t be
And I do wonder why I hope
May you come and be with me
I know I don’t love you, but still
I sometimes feel-
I don’t know why,
Am I deceiving me?
I wish I could have thought that line up Titiksha, I envy the air embracing you that is sublime, I love that you could imagine such a scene and put words to it!
A beautiful love poem, you show the torment of love, the unfulfilled love that still recall the past memories 'may you come and be with me'. Poem ends with a great question 'am i deceiving me? '. I like your poem very much..Cristina Teodor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Often dreams of you! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.