I've never felt your touch.
Or tenderness.
To feel it inside.
Or felt it from you to express.
To make it realized.
But why?
Do you expect from me,
More than what I get.
To plead from you belief.
If I love you,
It is what it is and nothing more.
If I love you,
My heart is yours like an open door.
But why,
Do you expect to see...
More from me to give.
I have wants,
And...
Human needs.
I'm not pleased,
By mysteries.
I have dreams.
And wishes too.
But chasing teases,
I have ceased...
For truth to pursue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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