Only if she is in dire need
Of company
Will she acknowledge
His presence
He wistfully yearns
For the day
When she finally
Takes the blindfold off
She wants to tell him
Of rejection she is afraid
She hints at her desire
'Do you love me... like I love you? '
'I am not sure. Perhaps I do.'
He retreats back
Into his shell
Never to return again
She remains in her place
Too infatuated
Even to speak of friendship
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem