When I couldn't feel her look at me,
when I couldn't know more about her,
when I didn't feel anything about her,
it was all peace,
it was all laughs.
But now I love you,
'why?
when did I get to feel this about her? '
And I've been thinking about you,
thinking,
imagining myself with you,
I've been thinking about the answer...
But I haven't found the answer,
'Was it because of our friendship?
Did I loved you since ever but I didn't notice? '
And since you got to know my feelings towards you,
I can't stop looking at you,
and somethimes I have felt
that you are looking to were I'm sitting
waiting for you not to give you a flower
instead,
I'm waiting for your to go
and together find the most beautiful flower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem