I know at last what I need to do.
I need to go save my girl.
She is too far from me,
And the claws of sick charlatans are far too close.
I should spend it all and go to her,
Steal her from his arms and spit on their lies.
She needs a hero...
But all I am is a cheesy spineless writer,
And I am still in love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem