As I look, I see.
What I see, I can't answer.
I can question,
for what i do not see,
haunts me as something i should see.
We've been up and down and around.
I looked and looked but you,
I never found.
Only you can stack me up,
only you can bring me down.
Through all of this.
Every bed I've lain,
every bed you've left.
Every cut, bruise, wine stain.
Through all of this,
There is an underestimated gain.
I lost as one.
I danced and pranced, my way of fun.
Now I look at these men,
once I tunned,
now there touches unwanted,
I leave the preaches and reaches shunned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title is eye catching and the poem is breath taking!