You spend time with strangers,
Giving your body to lovers
And you think that you’re free.
One day you come home enlightened –
You don’t like the life you live!
What about your life with me?
They say patience is a virtue –
Combined with tolerance it obviously is not.
I thought we’d found some peace.
I thought over time we’d grown stronger;
Through our ups and downs some bonds had formed.
Instead, you just want to leave.
They say if you love someone, let them go;
If they indeed love you, they will return.
I’ll give you your wings, and wait to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem