The loneliness
That one always feels
No tender kiss
No cuddles of intimacy
That only can be
Shared with thee
Whoever you may be
I envy friends
Who share their love?
With the man of their dreams
Often I ponder
Will that ever be me?
In my reality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a language I am mute to, and which I cannot speak or understand, I understand loneliness though, and although you might be alone have the knowledge of knowing you are strong independent and determined, for with love comes conflict and pain of invisible cuts. Bless your beautiful soul.