this is a fictional life,
I'm not being facetious,
but when lovers gaze
Young Blood,
oh I cannot pretend,
it is hard to say
the reason for it is not known-
conversable in a common way
the sheer inanity,
of the condition
reasoning is fallacious
but when lovers gaze
the most unreal, irresistible force
inundation of prayerful meditation and devotion
and most of the work is ostensibly
the product of
someone's imagination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem