I wrote a poem
for you,
only you,
to write into your notebook
and take it back to your friends
to show that I am not a myth.
It'll talk of love
and beauty.
Passion.
Kindness.
All the aspects I find in you,
and I hope you find in me.
Except the second one.
I am not beautiful,
but I hope you find these
words to be so.
So beautiful,
that you'll copy it on a blank page,
buy yourself a frame
and hang it in your room.
And at the top you'll title it
'For You.'
because it will be
in fact
for you,
only you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem