(tpw)
though it may look quite different,
my choice of words about you has
not changed. everything remains
as it is, and nothing is ever missed
as nothing is lost, the cost of loving
someone is a worthwhile one as
you always bring back mystery to
life - every time i look at you. and
i know that you knew it from the
very start of us, but it does hurt
a little in a way that is wonderful,
and that too you knew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem