I hate the everyday, because it wears down my sensitivity;
I hate not being able to reveal my love: you would discover my vulnerability;
I wish I could shout it to the "world," but I lack the courage;
so when your gaze falls upon me,
I keep repeating it in my mind, without you being able to hear.
And only during my sleepless nights,
when I watch you wrapped in Morpheus's arms,
while I stroke your hair, which resonates at the touch of my hand,
in a low voice, without you being able to hear me in any way,
I whisper: ... "I LOVE YOU."
YOU ARE READING
Longing for you
PoetryA collection of love poems written by a man, more than a thousand miles away from his beloved. Part of the collection expresses the difficulty of revealing one's weaknesses and love to the beloved. Other compositions instead tell of the nostalgia f...
