How many of my words until you finally hear?
You shrug it off again but the end is so near
For your eyes, i should not have to ask
True desire runs free, wearing no mask
You deny my cries and watch me bleed
No apology for my aching need
Your ignorance twists the serrated knife
Desire and passion are the candy of life
I could never seek shade under another tree
It is you that i want, and you to want me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem