If you choose to love me or not
is not up for debate,
All I can do is hope that you will
if long enough I wait.
Years may come and years may go
and the stars can disappear.
And all the things I love about you
others may overhear.
For I'm not bashful. I'm not shy.
I can shout it to the sky.
And the mountainous echo that forms
might be my lone reply
that you do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem