through your eyes
lights of wanton and surprise
encircling my soft core
staging four lives of replies
your arms touch
leaves me begging for a crutch
music you keep teaching me
in my chi neatly tucked
rapid beats
spring from my chest to my seat
sounds of smiles allay my pain
even rain can't shake your heat
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I would like to translate this poem