The journey if it begins
Is a long one.
Spanning into days and years.
Would you be able to bear
With me for so long?
Would you be able to wake up
To the steady degradation of me?
Every day, night after night.
Would you still be able to love me?
When my smile would mean nothing
But a mark of silence on my lips.
When there would appear
Thick lines on my forehead.
Scars so permanent which
Life would have given me.
I would commit things which
Cannot be forgotten or forgiven.
When perhaps I wouldn't be able
To remember the first word
Of love that you uttered.
Would you be still able to
Understand me in my silence?
Would you still feel for me
The way you feel for me now?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem