You ask me if I’m happy and genuinely content?
I’m the happiest I could possibly be.
Right here, right now, in this moment.
Then why, u ask, do I seem melancholy?
I hold perfection in my hand,
So tight for fear it will flee.
Will it seep through my fingers like sand?
Or remain unchanged for an eternity.
And here is where you come in, my dear,
Where I need your strength the most.
I will draw on your serenity to calm my fear,
Use your confidence to exorcise my ghosts.
For you are the light which will banish my every shadow,
The steady rock on which I build a new beginning.
For all my cynicism as far as fairy tales go,
You, my love, are my one true happy ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is like that always