Without uttering a word
You are all mine alone
In avoidance of obviousness
I put all the feelings inside
Seeing so many in the crowd
I found myself only one of the lights
In the sea of lights
You normally see
Without the consciousness of who I am
You speak in long sentences
In rythm I take in heart
But where do I stand?
Without uttering a word
You are all mine alone
Taking all of the memories
In its moments
Writing endlessly 'till early morning
With my paper stained with ink
Ink of the emotions I spilled
But will you ever know?
Without uttering a word
You are all mine alone
On pieces I tried hard
I tried hard to remember you
With all long verses
Driven of happiness and sorrow
Of admiration as I drape it
But where do I start?
Without uttering a single word
You are all mine alone
In silence, inside this little heart
But somehow it crashes unto me
What about all them?
Addressing you in so many ways
In so many ways I cannot count
In so many ways where I cannot find
In so many ways they have you
And then I come to find
As that 'I' became 'we'
Because even in silence they have you
That even in that unexisting silence I believe
That I still own you, alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem