Hunter
yeah
you could call me that
it fits
However
I don't hunt just anything
my prey is very specific
very rare
My prey is something any man would seek
something to treasure
to be admired
to be loved
A hunter is what you could call me
but my prey only has one name
its name is love
and she holds my heart in her hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem