You say that you know me,
What you know is your best guess.
You don't have true awareness of me,
You have only what I confess.
You misunderstand there is no guarentee,
That what i tell you is more than you see.
Do you take pride in killing my imortality?
And truly are you willing to seek the true essence of me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Colette, under the stood... is an amazing young lady, bloomin'