I know it is to painful...
Lay ever so..
still if...
I am to see..
Your love as this..when..
It is you..there to lay still..
While I look inside your love..
To know..once and for all..
Who it is that you are..today..
I will need..you still..in love..
As I remove at least one..
Mask...as rose leaves..
From that mirror..
Which clings to your face..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In one so many reflections Beware the Fun House mirrors Which is the reality on the move? What does it capture in It's reflection... :)