My heart fights for your love with every beat it gives,
While my brain resists, craving the quiet that peace lives.
I realized I am no longer whole, not as I was before,
For now my most vital organs are at war, shaken to their core.
In the quiet of the night, my thoughts collide,
A battle between desire and reason I can't hide.
The pull of your presence, magnetic and strong,
But my mind whispers, 'Is this where you truly belong? '
I find myself torn, caught in this endless debate,
Between chasing your warmth or closing the gate.
My heart, reckless, would dive in too deep,
But my mind craves a calm it knows it can keep.
Yet with each passing glance, my resolve starts to blur,
Because what is peace, if not found in you, mon amour?
A poem by Touha Khan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem