I would love to experience,
That initial spark of love...
With a bit of naïveté.
An innocence that stays,
With a freshness...
That doesn't soon go away.
I would love to experience,
That delicious kiss...
As if that kiss was the first.
And thirst for more,
From that one I adored.
I would love to feel my heart pound.
My speech hurried by incomplete sentences.
And be looked upon,
As if I am the only one in view existing.
I would love to experience,
That initial spark of love...
With a bit of naïveté.
I would,
If I could only forget those times that came...
As I stood babbling to bore,
Until I became ignored.
To be left without a hint of an explanation.
This time I wish,
For just a 'bit' of naïveté...
And not total 'stupiditay'
To stay in a shared mutual interest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem