A mere figment
of my imagination
you were...
& I loved everything about you
because
even your flaws
would leak perfection
& though there's no such thing
each bandage
patched and mended
in looks
but underneath
your flaws were very visible
& you were often one to let them show
but others concerned
that it could get worse
would rather have you
conceal your flaws underneath
bright distracting cartoon bandages
with hope that in time
they will go away...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem