An end so soon.
I still deeply swoon
Over you, whom I love.
But it is running out - the time I have.
A closing of the door
Opens a new one.
With feet on the floor
We believe in you, and every one.
Would it be selfish
To fight for this?
Would it be foolish
To hope for this?
Whatever it may be,
I won't let free,
Up until the last string
Of the fate that I have yet to see.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for Kim Taedong
Poetry[ ends when he debuts ] Just poems I wrote that I want to tell to him.
