He say's he loves you, getting up close & personal examining every part,
searching your outer limits, without the heart.
Magnifying your imperfections,
before photo-shopping you, as a focus for mass consumption.
Enabling you to be worshipped, for what your not.
Until time causes the image to fade & reveal your flawed reality
and someone else becomes the focus
of his attention.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem