Do I know you?
Sometimes I'm sure I do,
- at times, even better
than you know yourself.
Other times, I'm sure
I don't know you at all.
Something is happening,
I will agree.
Your words have caught me up
in something big
and we've made a real connection
here in a short time.
Do you know me?
You think you do.
You've read parts of me,
those I've sheared off
to rhyme or not rhyme,
but is that knowing?
One thing I know for sure,
your wants and desires
scare the hell out of me
and my instincts tell me
to run and not look back.
Where do we go from here?
... what to do about you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strikes a chord somewhere?