I falter to think of a day spent without my heart
She takes it with her whenever we part
Yet brings it back better than it was before
My heart’s keeper she is, and more
I falter to live life without my own
May she be mine soon, with her I want to say I’ve grown
There is no other with such an effect
None that can soothe my surreptitious defect
I falter to think of never having met her
Though it aches to stride alongside
Knowing good and well inside
I just may never have her
I falter to forget, I falter to let go, I falter to cry
I’ve faltered all, what’s left for me is just a sigh
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