I would never let you down
But you would let me hit the floor.
I would open up to you like
A blossoming flower
But you would close the door to all thoughts involved.
I would be willing to go the extra mile.
You would stop before we start.
I am tired of giving my feelings away.
You readily steal each one I have.
I give my all
And you are still lost and confused
As to what to do with it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem