I love myself, so strongly, rather,
So ardently - but how could explain...
How can I express my love to body, other
Are beautiful my eyes, my nose, else
My mouth, lips, that may tell truth or lie.
But flattery is for the others a delight...
So we are merged in play with words, with lips, with eyes...
Where's the truth, the core? Perhaps, it is before us... :)
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2010/01/28/5673
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem