I will be honest with you
And show you my most noble cheek
With that being said
You have loved me to death
Your good wishes are much obliged
Your good deeds are dug deep
Your loyal company is rooted with love
Maybe I am the dirt in the dew
Ruining the golden rivulet
Bleeding peacefully
Maybe I am the crack in the glass
Ruining the sweet crystal
Glistening royally
Maybe I am a fleck on the painting
An eyesore for all
I will be honest with you
And show you my most noble cheek
With that being said
You have loved me to death
As in this potent journey, my will has decayed
On this heavenly path, my sense has run away
On this voyage of nothing to nothing due to something
My duty to live has become rather haunting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem