Planned a night of beautiful bliss,
It all happen with a stolen kiss.
Fear we'll find, each other's core,
Only to find, we leave feeling sore.
We cuddled some,
It wasn't the same,
The back of our minds,
we were playing a game.
Sometimes I'd wished,
that there was more.
Before I know it,
we're out the door.
Should I of really,
said yes to the phone.
Now that I'm tucked out of touch,
Fear is from, thinking to much.
Not wanting to be part of the pack,
Has been my reason for not calling back.
Dreaming back, to the night of bliss,
Really enjoyed, our soft warm kiss.
I admit, it all was in vain.
Nobody here, but myself to blame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem