Cages made of fear - called love.
Tears shed for what was never lost - for what was found.
Love is imprisoned - with your hand on the key.
And not even knowing it.
Look out through the locked window.
Step through the gate that never closes.
Know that you have always been the keeper of the lock -
that you are free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem