still this worrying feeling
like a storm deep inside
continues to make me wonder
am i what you desire?
do i really make you happy
or do you smile just to please?
does the touch from my hand
cause the butterflies it did before
or is there nothing but a space?
does the smell of my perfume on
your bed covers draw a smile in the night
or does it linger there no more?
i want to ask you honest as the stars
but my fears hold me back
don't tell me that you love me
say nothing and show me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem