I often fret over the solitude of existence.
How I wish I knew what you were thinking.
How I wish you knew my thoughts!
Despite the embrace, the commingling of lips and hips,
You and I are alone.
Words matter!
Language matters!
And while you say, 'Actions speak louder than words,
words are everything to me, and your silence-;
it might as well be a club to the back of the head.
I have grown tired of trying to convince you of my affection,
for my words have never been disingenuous;
it is cruel for you to have doubted me.
Still, you are right that we lack an emotional connection.
Tonight, like so many others, we rest side by side but alone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem