By: Evangeline Guerero
Translated by: Alfredo S. Veloso
I  know you love me, though you tell me not, I know you hold me captive  for always In the strong nets of your life, Celestial thurible of a  perennial dream.
Though  you tell me not that without me You cannot live, My desire tells me  ‘tis all true: That many sad flowers girdle your forehead If when  depressed, you think of an Awakening.
What  shall I tell you? I look at you… and I am silent. Well do you  comprehend now my deep Silence. The star turned flower in the distant  sky Contemplates its shadow on the waters Without fear.
Let  my sorrow on your breast repose, Like a weary traveling dove. Beneath  the tepid shade of the tranquil Orchard Let us the kind caress of peace  enjoy.
May  repose be a song, a serenade, While in the hour serene we baste The  ripened dreams of past epochs That with effluvium fill our old souls.
Though  you tell me not you think of me, That all of me in your heart you keep,  Return to remembrance shall I and finding You, Though you tell me not I  shall know that It is love!
 
action speak louder than words you need to fight for love.
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