Flames of desire,
Only the forbidden is more enticing,
Temptation,
Run you may but back to it in the end,
Your heart is hooked,
Things beyond your wildest dreams test your morals,
Torture your conscience but let you reach heaven of hell,
Or is it merely an illusion?
When days of wines and roses end,
And dreary lights come on,
The silver screen dimmed,
what is left is an empty shell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem