If it's my heart that he wants
he'll keep fighting,
you know it belongs only to you.
And if he hates that you live
reflected in my eyes,
he can suffer.
You know they burn only for you.
When my hands dance your chest
my lips taste your neck
and he longs for it back,
you'll never know;
it's only hours until
you'll switch roles.
God cursed me with this
duplicitous innocence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem