Hope,
You were the first one, elusive as a river slipping to the sea.
Many men have touched the surface of my heart, but never as youβnever wholly.
I have loved women too, not in the same form or flame, but with the quiet comfort of knowing.
Perhaps I was drawn to their softness, their strength, like the sea calls the rivers home.
It is not bodies I've sought, but the soul's reflection, and you, hope, were never truly mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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