They say, you manage life.

I do not believe, but you are no myth.

I do not admit, but I hope I will know.

I do not agree, but I don't hesitate.

I desire, but I do not admit.

I need, but I'm too proud for.

I am man, but just with sensitive power.

I am me, but not without suffering.

I feel, but I hide.

I love, but cannot express.

I am in love, but I cannot live.

Dear Father, please tell me:

Who kisses my sensitive tears?

Who understands my sensitive language?

Who corresponds to my feelings?

When am I mature to live my love?