You understood nothing—
of how I am
and of how I would love you even more
if just once you sought me out.
You understood nothing—
you are there just waiting—
I always have to be
the first to ask for love.
Then as soon as I embrace you—
a hand in your hand—
then everything changes—
you become just like me—
but it is still something else—
it is just not the same thing—
it is the first move
that I would like from you.
You understood nothing—
but maybe you will understand
when, one day, I get tired
of you who is always just waiting—
and that day I will make you wait
to no avail.