The suffering could be severe
When the leaving happens
The response to my gift
Once given being taken.
Ephemeral art thou love
Of the flesh
Love of the mind lingers
Much longer
Than a caress.
Should I confess
That love of the mind?
Or should I keep it to myself.
For fear that you would
Not give that affection?
It is pathetic that I should hide
But that is what arises
From a love that is unrequited.
The heart of infatuation.
To play with the object
Before the object
Wants to be known
As a willing
And equal subject.
The suffering could be severe
But will it be worth it?
Will the memory of his lips
His touch, his intimate acts
The gifts that I can treasure
Outweigh the
Of the pain that is subsequent?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The message is well expressed, dear Ma’am Melody.....10++++