Sensitivity begets tears,
Would but better be,
To not feel at all,
Than to feel and not be near,
That, that cannot be,
Never to posses the golden tear,
Of love that suddenly appears,
But then becomes a whisper in the wind,
Now so far away, when once so near.
~~An amazing, insightful, personal and affective poem. I have asked myself whether or not I would prefer not to feel. I have no definitive answer but I think one feeling of joy and or love, compensates for many feelings of sadness. May the wind whisper happiness and peace to my sensitive poet friend.
Just beautiful. May I profusely thank you for such lovely words and such wonderful poetic wishes. You summarized it all so perfectly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true. very true when we mean love in its general social meanings.