I wish I could send my love for you
as a small packet by registered post
You would have to accept it
and sign on the dotted line
All of me twists and turns at the unknowing
At the void that's sometimes there
That plaintive howl that escapes unbidden
Why don't you love me?
Do you love me just a little bit?
Is the package being returned to sender?
There's no answer
Only a wait, an interminable wait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful, well written poem, Melati. Thanks