It is not true love that she wants
Just physical pleasure that I may grant
It is not true care that she longs
Just sweet pretending acts that I don't belong
It is not my heart to which she listens
Just only words that my mouth can bring
It is not my soul that she actually loves
Just the empty, outer shell which she adores so much
It is best that we two go our own way and separate
Because to go a long run, I don't have what it takes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem's sound is like the one that can evoke everything in deep heart!