Will you be my soothing salve?
Have your true heart be involved
Temperature's rising, like a spring fever
Turning infidels into believers
What's the nuts and bolts of life?
When purpose cuts like a knife
And plays like make-believe Russian roulette
Is then abandoned for future regret
What's objective resistance?
If truth's kept at a distance
And white lies are presented in detail
Trying to balance that delusive scale
How deep down do your roots grow?
The fire tortures below
Don't question if it's a guilty pleasure
True soothing salve to actively treasure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder at the story behind this... well penned