Between love and her shadow
Opt for a portion of realia
Or else, you'll forever knock on the wrong door
Until, by dint of fatigue, you no longer access social media in Australia.
Between love and her lover
Opt for a portion of her substance
Or else, you'll forever clutch the illusion of a slaver
Until, by dint of fatigue, you lose balance, standing askance.
Between love and her avatar
Opt for a portion of her submission
Or else, you'll forever clutch the illusion of a scimitar
Until, by dint of fatigue, you lose your sense of sentimental sensation.
Between love and her glow
Opt for a portion of her space
Or else, you'll forever clutch the illusion of lovers' law
Until, by dint of fatigue, you lose opportunities to caress her famous face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem