Days go by and I try to forget
the image of you that makes me sweat.
A country divides us, but you're here in my mind,
You and I together, two souls entwined.
Yet you'll never love me the way I love you,
You said it yourself, but I wish weren't true.
Now I'm crying, thanks to my damn sexuality.
What am I to fight, my heart or the reality?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem