“I know what you want, ” you said confidently.
But no, you sir, fail to fully understand.
What I want, not that I told you, is a tale.
A fairy tale older than the times of sand.
I want the foolish, boy-girl love, with held hands.
That silly romance where one can be themselves.
But no, you boy, cannot ever comprehend;
It’s not a place where your heart truly delves.
But that place – that place you daren’t ever enter,
That’s where my heart frolics and foolishly waits.
Waits for the never-coming, waits for nothing –
Because it stills for you, it only awaits its fates.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem