How many times have they left through your door,
and never looked back?
How many times have they remained with you in bed?
What goes through your head-
have you ever wished one of 'em staying,
would be comforting?
Has any of'em ever seen you cry?
How many truely touched you inside?
Did you express what was felt those instances
OR,
was the emotion expelt
is love still real to you
or is't a gimmic the foolish use to amuse theyselves?
Have you ever stole a glimpse into your future and seen that rack on the shelf?
Does a hug intrigue you,
a kiss' intimacy meet you
do you have a knight in shining armour,
what im asking is-
do you perhaps daydream of romance and the mystry it brings?
Do you still have wings when a name is mentioned,
are there still butterflies?
What kinda thoughts crosses your mind when you alone and you close your eyes.
Whats the first thing you'd do in the morning if you were a couple?
Would you do the silly things couples do like having a song,
considering them in all that you do,
then turning to'em saying, 'its all about you'
are you afraid of being hurt whats your case, what you dont risk is always amiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem