talking to you
makes me delightful
you listen to me so carefully
i trust you as much
not because of any obligation
but because of your love and trust
for all of that you have given me
sometimes i get scared
i think that may be someday
you will stop listening to me
but in the next moment
your closeness
makes me feel reassured
i hold onto that
string of trust with all the trust that i have
so that...it won't be broken
so that...someday i may stop trusting you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem, faheema, but what for is the last line? I dont know, maybe i am wrong, but it spoiled my taste, Why, dear?