Love.
That fear it gives you, when you think you're going under,
and you have no clue if you will come out or not,
the increasing of your heart beat, knowing you cant breathe,
you close your eyes so tight, and then in another second,
it moves along and you go up to the surface again, intact.
Lonely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem