Holding you close as I run away in fear, the fear of being
loved is real - it is painful.
It is what I want more than anything in this world - to be
close to someone - to be loved as myself, yet, I run away,
afraid from it's closeness.
Why is it so? Why fear love? Because of it's loss, which
is imminent.
Fearing love, because it will die and leave me sadder, more
unloved than before.
Can not trust love truly, honestly - that which I fear and
cannot believe in.
Sorrow is only the end of love, there is never light at the
end of it's tunnel - just sorrow, because it is only
lost when it is found.
Love ends when it does, always in a lonely emptiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i cant understand... shall we not love just beacuse one day we will lose it or shall we love being aware that this might not come again..? nicely written