Loneliness makes me into an isle.
So empty, I’ am hardened with bile.
My mood I feel rocking for a while.
Temptation full of allure and guile
In addition to a devilish smile,
Tries to get me off my judgment’s file.
Quick look at the sheen, on the tile,
Provides me with hope in a huge pile.
I draw closer to fulfill a style
For my value to go every mile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem