Can I call you my Love
As my heart feels it,
this very moment.
can I say that I love you
without thinking of the past,
and any possible extensions.
can I live with you,
in this moment,
if not every moment...
your love appears from nothing
and floats like a fog
over my soul
disappearing with little breezes.
do I have to care
about the lasting of it.
do I have the right
to make you feel clogged
instead of inspired.
I wish you to find a really wonderful muse
who can give more.
more, without taking from you,
more, by not walking away.
I'll let you go, because I want no more
constricted thoughts, of just wishing you more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The beautiful sacrifices made in the name of 'that ole devil'. Another work of beauty and depth. Jxxx