Your radiance fuels my appetence
My affections for you I proffer
With no strings to recompense
There is no good gift inside a coffer
There are no sides, which to contain
The presents that we make the best
The ones we give without refrain
And yet, they are the truest test
Sometimes this gift, it hurts the most
When known, and taken back
But, when offered unconditionally
This gift you can’t retract
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem