If you say you love me
without a reason to hate me,
then your love is not true.
Oh yes! Is not.
You only love the good side of me
without a recourse to the fact that I am human:
A being striving to touch the sky of perfection
yet is pulled down by the gravity of its very nature.
There must be some things
You so much hate about me;
which your love is strong enough to ignore,
that's when and only then your love is true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem