Resting uncomfortably alone in a corner in need of the appropriate amount of attention lies a heart.
A heart that sleeps almost peacefully even when it is enduring long, chilling nights with nothing to provide it warmth.
Plenty try to awaken it with false intentions and lies but the heart remains sleeping undisturbed by the wicked ones who dare mislead it.
One finally comes along in you, carefully approaching the heart to cover it wholely with a warmth so pure the chills start to fade away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem