He cast his heart into the sea
and said, 'If you want my love,
you must fish for my heart.'
And I replied, 'I shall sacrifice
my breath in those waters
for your heart.'
He cast his faith into bushels of thorns
and said, 'If you want my trust,
you must suffer for it.'
I replied, 'I shall endure
the prick of thorns
for your trust.'
He threw his fidelity
into a circle filled with nude men
and said, 'If you want my devotion,
stand among them and let me monitor your eyes.'
And I replied, 'I shall stand in their presence,
but my eyes will hunger only for your nakedness
and they will only be fixed upon thee.'
He threw his health
into a pit of filth
and said, 'If you want to care for me,
clear away all that intends to harm my body.'
I replied, 'I shall endure sickness for your health,
pain for your pleasure, and filth for your spotless face.'
Very Interesting, Indeed. If you dont mind me asking, does it end well?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the third poem of yours I've read, and the third I really like. You seem to have a very intriguingly dark and sexual view of love.