Her beauty intrigues me,
Going misunderstood—
Crying for attention,
But it finds nothing.
I scream to it,
Telling it I notice
But her beauty is deaf.
I wave at it,
Telling it I notice,
But her beauty is blind.
I grab at it,
Telling it I notice,
But her beauty cannot feel.
Her beauty cries,
And I cry too,
Because hopefully one day
Her beauty will notice me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem