We all have a secret name
That tells the stories of our lives
No one can quite pronounce it
But without it we couldn't thrive
It has a certain magic
And a mystery as well
Sometimes we think we know ourselves
But we can never really tell
Its who we are when we're alone
When we have no one to impress
Because when no one is watching
We have the courage to confess
We can never truly know another persons secret name
Which is why love is a notion I simply can't explain
Because one who loves must also trust
And I have little faith and a lot of lust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write. Feel I understand what you are saying.