If I loved you, would all my dreams come true?
would I see through different colored glasses;
the things, you alone, would want me to see?
would you try to change, some things about me?
Changing people, because of silly flaws,
works against the grain, rubs the wrong way;
did I mistake your soft and tender hands,
for what later, turns out to be a set of claws?
Take me, for what I really am,
or forever, let me be;
I don't want to be a captive,
you must let go, to go be free.
Love is not a perfect thing, if only you set rules,
if one holds all the cards, and dominates your will;
there has to be equality, some treasured space,
otherwise, we're only stubborn fools.
If I ever loved you, then two would be as one,
we'd share the things we both have loved;
we wouldn't tear each other down,
and never would we run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I doubt we will ever meet someone we don't want to change in some way, or who will not want to change us. We are creatures of habit, and we want things our way. Happy is the couple that has learned the art of acceptance and tolerance. For love's sake, each will overlook the other's flaws. Of course, if the differences are too great, perhaps they were not meant to be together. Sometimes we refuse to recognize and accept this fact, and therein lies the problem. We think, if given enough time, the other will change to suit us, but that usually does not happen. We are who we are, and change is difficult. Your well-written poem gets right to the heart of the problem. The fourth stanza perfectly summarizes why so many relationships fail, but it also provides the solution - simply stated but very effective.