To laugh is the risk of appearing a fool.
to weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
to reach out is to risk involvement.
to expose feelings is to risk rejection.
to place your dreams before a crowd is to risk ridicule.
to love is to risk not being loved in return.
so why do it?
for the sense of comfort no matter how brief it may be.
its a dilemma, to feel is to risk.
yet life would be less beautiful if we couldn't feel.
there would be no ups nor downs.
no warmth when you love, no love to give.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem