Disparaging thoughts crawl into my mind, trying to
take up residence, making me think forlornly that
I've been forsaken.
Knowing, yet not knowing, whether or not to trust
you, scars my heart with it's doubts.
Wanting to let go and come into your arms freely
and of my own free will.
It would be so wonderful to be wrapped within your
loving arms, it's where I know I belong.
Longing for you, desires rising higher every time
we meet, barely able to contain myself.
Emotions holding me within their grasp, elated, then
saddened by tears, not knowing what to feel anymore.
Confusion, then surety vacillating constantly within
my mind and intellect, how will I know for sure?
Only one way I know is if you do as you've said you
wanted, 'I want you and I'll have you', coming for me.
If you come then I will have the truth, it will be in
the fact that you have actually come for me at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem