I speak not to you,
but the invisible.
That which lays inside of you,
I would love to meet.
For you are not this shell we see;
which you can paint,
and taint and present as camouflage.
I want to know you from inside out;
to behold your beauty; not the feigned.
Are you brave to show up?
Would you take me on a tour
of the harbours of your heart?
Would you freely invite me
into the confines of your mind;
the web of your thoughts?
Else I can never truly know you.
Yet, I so long to meet you,
because I want to know your world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem