away from the
house i walk and
walk
into the secret
passages of the
few
i find you and
i tell you i love you
and i tell them
i find love and want
some more of it
and you say
you do not love me
it is just
pure flesh nothing
from the heart or
mind, just plain need
for the meantime
and i do not demand
much, i just say well i love you
and if you do not love me
it does not matter
i just love you
and i will walk away again
from the house into the
secret passages of
love
always moving away
wanting to find where true love
is,
the one that says i love you too
and i want to be with you
in all the years of my life
and it has never happened
i never meet true love but it does not
really matter
because it is the essence of true love,
it is hard to find,
and sometimes it is never found at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love moves and love beautifies. Love is wonderful really. This poem is amazingly penned.