Knowing me, is knowing you..
Knowing you..is nothing new..
And yet…the more you unwrap
The more I discover..
What you kept underneath…
Behind cover
In the depths of a shell,
Buried in the deepest oceans.
And still you play games
Of waiting and watching me,
Moving a mountain, crossing a sea
No outstretched hand awaits me,
All that I have till eternity..
Is a deep feeling of ecstasy..
The tougher it gets, the more it rings true.
The less you say, the more I hear anew,
But I know it, and so do you,
That knowing me.. is knowing you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem