the joy of loving
is not in that taking but in the giving
i tried taking too much and put them in my hands
oh! everything becomes a mess
there are spills and dirt everywhere
i take the other option
of simply opening my hands and letting things go
like letting five butterflies fly away from my palms
into the garden of flowers
like setting free the two lovebirds spending all their lifetime
inside the metal cage that mother bought
like giving away the last saving of my life
so that you may find finally the person that you really love
i have emptied myself of everything i keep
now happiness comes
and fills every hollow corner of my being
i walk along the shores of my life.
singing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem