While it is true that one
should never love something
so much that they
cannot see it die
It is also true that it becomes
a part of our being
becoming immortal within our dreams
To feel sorrow is not weak
it is strength of character
it is the ultimate loyalty
to denigrate such a lovely beast
is to invite disaster
for there is nothing more
dangerous than a wounded animal.
My sorrow is my strength
it fuels the fire
it is my cause
in this pitiful world.
Avert your eyes, for such a gaze
would bring you to my house
of pain, the enticing scent
of tears and passion
would bring madness to
those without purpose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem