my heart she got, to his self, it feast...
indulgence of him to my heart, it feeds...
closed pains she had opened and seen,
never believed thine was given by he....
him spirit shattered by his torment to thine,
in cracked plater I kept what's left of mine
his hunger of me devoured himself,
his eager temptations had now killed him instead...
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I would like to translate this poem
Hello bHabiE. Just a note to let you know I appreciate your poem and the insightfulness. Would appreciate your grade and review of my poems. Good read. Thanks, LC