I knew
your body will tremble
little
may be more than little
but I was sure
you will never crumble
Thats why
I tried to hold you tight
more than tight
I knew
I made crossing me hard for you
which in your imagination
was light
But believe me
I was not trying to made you suffer
For me
it was not a pleasure
I was trying hard
to measure
each part of your body
your height, your width
Strength of your mind
and softness of your heart
Depth of your eyes
and sharpness your nails
even
curvature of your curls
Because,
if someday
you will walk back
into the past
searching for yourself
On that day
I want you to see me
standing on that road
carrying reflection of your true,
weak yet strong self
on my soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem