you look superb
and i could have loved
you more
but the way you hold
my hand
the way you take glances
that little impatience
has signaled
a hidden cruelty and
the foreboding of
betrayal and hence i shy
away
i take back my senses
move my way to home where
true love still
dwells.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem