He had everything immortalized in a portrait;
angelic face, and golden hair, deep eyes
a gorgeous smile, but a heart that cries-
all he could trade for a moment of rapture.
This young man craved for everlasting beauty
so time not to mark his flawless skin,
while contemplating cruel vice and sin-
but all his nights became sleepless and empty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem