Living in an atmosphere of unreality, holding onto a
love that has not been found as yet.
Wonder and curiosity at what may come into life one
day, maybe soon.
Trusting in the promises of hope hiding always with-
in, wondering when they will be fulfilled.
Creating and developing senses of desire as they build
themselves higher and higher.
Quiet and timid, searching for the love that will hold
me tenderly close to his heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem