I've said to you many a thing
and prayed that you would care.
How would I know if you heard me?
You find it hard to share
all that you feel that's in your heart.
This is what has kept us apart.
For love must be open and never closed
or it will likely wane.
So say to me many a thing
for your words have quietly lain
dormant, making me shy away
loveless and in pain.
I need to hear you tell me
if I still am pleasing to you.
For actions don't speak louder than words
and oh what I'm going through.
So speak to me. Tell me you care.
Your silence is too hard to bear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem