What separates me from an animal
(though I do love you like an animal)
Is a need to possess your heart
(and your heart is not mine to possess)
I see you and I think, mine
(though you are not)
It ebbs like the tide this need of mine
(and it always returns)
You are not mine
(though my heart thinks you are)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem