I have always been a man of anger and yet you tame the beast within,
I have always been a loaner and my only friend was sin.
I always push away what I held close, but you strive to hold my soul
even though you are nothing more then a ghost. Or maybe a
Shadow of what to become, or maybe a doorway into my life
which there is none. See I always wanted love and a life, but what I
have is false hopes and strife, You see me and nothing more
but a friend, I always see you as my life and in some way my light
and in some future my wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem