I want to feel your embrace,
Without having to feel any disgrace,
I want you acceptance and your touch,
To feel the tenderness of your sweet lips,
To hold you, to love you, yo be with you...
But...
Who am I to long for love sweet as this?
Me, this lonesome creature.
Who dream dreams of never-ending love.
Oh! what I'd do for your sweet embrace,
But, woe is me this silent beast,
Low on confidence and full of dreams,
Loving you while screaming within,
and Indeed I know nor love nor kiss nor touch from you
shall ever be mine...
Forever an illusion of which I can only dream.
A dream created by these silent screams.
Will I ever be more than this lonesome being?
I no longer feel, I no longer know...
I dont even know, what I'm waiting for anymore.
My dreams are ending, nightmares are beginning.
Is this what to become of me?
Is this the end of this beast known as love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem