Until when must I hide this true feeling?
The leaves have withered yet I have not lipped
The words deep down in me that mean one thing
The three lexis uncovered and unzipped.
Written sonnets and other inscriptions
Wouldn’t suffice to make this reason known
My hands pray for the skylark’s orations
That it brings you this heart after it’s flown
This desire haunts me night, day and sunlight
Gathering courage debris to confess
Waiting for tomorrow so fine, so bright
For you to freely sense my sweet caress
Would this heart receive your longed-for answer?
Or it dies when life’s sweet ‘till to conquer?
You came, painted me prisms of colors
You brought joy and let the heaven go near
Made me trust my honor and my fervors
Caused me to be I, no one but me here
Who would have fathom that I would love you?
I never liked this neither did I dream
My true nature is trapped, untold, untrue
‘Ever you say would spell life, I seem
Your meekness and ways lured my very eyes
Now I deceive myself of what I must
The very path of light to my soul cries
Trying to put you behind my dark past
But I cannot, I simply would not test
For my mind and heart ponder of you best
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.