The Stylized representation,
of this hallow muscular organ,
Perplexes minds upon the brink of insanity,
The reflected image of a shape
you deem worthy to call love,
In actuality is the deformed muscle
filled with nothing but such blood,
No love abides in such a desolate place....
The mind holds love,
Not that of a deformed organ.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem