candidly
there is no
hint of beauty in
your face nothing of value
to your past as you are never a diamond
even in mud, not a shining star in that lovely sky,
not a beautiful flower in the garden not a precious shell
in the white sands of the sea,and there is nothing much, logically, to keep you for me and i still wonder and pray to the gods
of my desires why of all persons i still love to kiss
you and hold you and embrace you and all these
i do with closed eyes and i ceased arguing
about this between me and myself and
the I that chose to be silent about
what love is really about.
yes, love is blind and
i am simply one
of them.
and
so
here
i
am
wav-
ing
this
flag
of
sur-
render
to
you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem