Step by step, I am proceeding on these stairs;
The reward is only for the one who dares.
I am lurching across the steps of my fortune;
To guide me, are present, your love flares.
The destination is worth each spicule in the way;
Whenever I get tired, in the swing of your thoughts, I lay.
A little afraid is my heart, too; " Pass through us, and taste,
the beauty of your destination", to me, the clouds say
For me, against me, is this a battlefront;
I am excited to meet you, but afraid too, to confront.
Confused are my feet; my eyes are a little suspicious
Often do I see you, and much often I don't
In time, I hope that I make it to you;
With every effort, I am coming for you.
But in case I couldn't reach you, just remember
Since the time I saw you, I was coming for you.
I couldn't reach in time. And even if I did, I was never worthy enough of the destination. I'm not at peace with what I've lost. But this is something I'd have to live with.
I understand not having mutual feelings but what I don't understand is how can someone hate a person for loving them. This is something I could never understand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sam, such a lovely poem👍👍👍
thank you :)