She's almost transparent.
But always on my mind.
I see her in my thoughts,
Shes only one of a kind.
Loving exposes vulnerability,
And my shield has been lowered.
I fear she'll one day leave me,
And by this blade I'll be skewered.
Recollections of her and I,
Flash like photo booths.
Though many others offer,
I pray I'm the one she'll choose.
Again, a love of circumstance,
Somehow I've seen this before.
My trepidation builds,
Every time I ask if she's sure.
Am I merely incapable,
Of holding onto love?
Or have I simply been drained,
To be cast aside with a shove?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem