Seeing you again could be the worst thing I might do,
but then again, I've never lost the love I have for you,
Seeing you again would make my thoughts disorganized,
but how would I be true unto the plans I have devised?
Seeing you again would make my life again complete,
you never seemed to understand, I don't want to compete,
Why can't I love my work and be in love with you?
but I never seem to have the time, to spend the time with you.
Is love not made of quality, or is it quantity?
We knew so many easy days, and dreams that still might be,
Our lives are not the same, and the changes have brought pain,
and due to this the sweetest kiss, I may never know again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How much are you willing to gamble on this? Does it make it any better, or is it just opening an old wound? Some things are better left alone. But then............you'll never know until you try. Great work, Barry - very thought-provoking. Something we all contemplate at some time or other. Linda :)