Why do I want to share my life with him?
Am I tired of looking for my knight
or did I only wait
passively as princesses do.
Or is it you?
To care for without the goo
of honey dos
and heavy on the don'ts.
Let's not decide
It's too tender newly opening
Great gushes in small small kisses?
Let it ride.
All will pass
in silent thunderings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem