Truth be told….I know not how to lie..
Truth be told….I am a real fool..
Truth be told….I am ready to fly..
Truth be told…I am not in love with this fool..
This love is all but the truth…
Lovely to see and imagine but not real…
For what is real and what is not….
I search for it everywhere, yet it eludes me..the truth…
I know not what is the truth for me to deal…
For a fool that I am….afraid to live and wanting to disappear..
For a fool that I am….scared to love and living in dreams…
For a fool that I am…love is the whisper that I hear…
For a fool that I am….caught up in desperate screams…
I pray for deliverance from this twisted confusion…
I pray for the day that this love feels submission…
Truth be told….love is a fool’s game….played by all
Won by none….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem, Valsala, The last line says it all.