A single graze
Of two hands
Shallow shiver
Slips down my spine
I cease to exist
The meeting of eyes
Will not spare me
My soul
Though the moment
Remains bliss
One caress
I freeze, startled
Perhaps misunderstood
Maybe never truly there
Fills my heart with
A false hope for love
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I would like to translate this poem
I freeze, startled Perhaps misunderstood Maybe never truly there Sanity though is the freshness, enigma and style you use to display insanity in its infinite form.Well done once again.