Tread with utmost care
When you step into my heart,
For I have had words bare
Spelt across to me
Letter by letter.
I think I should not
Promise you the longevity
Of my love, the continuity
Of this relationship.
As is always done!
I think I will promise you
A space if not none,
A harbour for us to rest.
In all my humble quest,
In what I write and create.
In all those creations
That I intend to make.
A place for you to take,
Live always in my heart.
A space for us to fall
In love again, to be a part
Of something which
We never became.
And in that panacea,
I'll be your Pygmalion,
And you be my Galatea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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