I love her, but I don't know if I really do.
Each time our eyes meet at the verge of shyness.
Strangely, I feel like a dried flower resuscitated by water.
My body shivers, and I feel like cold turkey.
Is it love or what?
My head is heavy like thunder's weight.
I see my twin in her eyes.
But I don't know if it's a dream's shadow.
Even I can't explain why my mind races afar.
Is it because I cannot leave my feelings behind?
Whenever I intend to pursue her eyes
I can only hear the crying of a silent heart
Out of the summit of my anticipating chest.
My legs move, but my head is still.
I want her, but not too close to me.
If she is too close, I fret and I retreat.
But I know I need her.
And, I need her, as I require water:
To quench my young-years thirst.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem