Multiples of betrayals are never shy of an egotistic frame.
Denials of one’s ‘true intent’ dressed~ as not to shame.
Wonderings betwixt said ‘bird-in-hand’ or one in a bush.
Men rally for the chance to chase~, covering well their tush.
Disloyalty breeds betrayed acts, a shield against reoccurrence.
Dare we make comparisons, avoiding commitment’s compliance?
Who can find a faithful heart, amidst society’s glamorised sin?
I’d give my ALL for a heart of gold~, who’d cherish me within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem