I look at you,
And what is this feeling inside of me?
I am unsure,
This thing I am feeling, what could it be?
I've known you so long,
And this feeling is new.
Has something gone wrong?
I don't know what to do.
I look into your eyes,
And quickly lose my breath.
It's such a surprise,
Almost scares me to death.
It it just a normal day.
By accident we touch.
I can't think of a thing to say.
This feeling, it's too much.
Thoughts are spinning around my head.
It's you I'm thinking of, my friend.
I think of you even in bed.
This feeling, will it ever end.
I have so many questions,
I believe an answer might be good.
Who knows when something more begins,
Or if it ever would or could or should.
I can't wait anymore,
I want to see,
I want to know,
What's inside of me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a much better topic and it is exploited well by the writer. The reader waits in anticipation. This is very good technique. At the end, it leaves the reader hanging in expectation. But the body of the poem revealed enough to satisfy. No extraordinary things exist here. That makes ten impossible but nine inevitable. GW62