I defy you.
I'm taunting you.
I want you to fight me.
Won't you try and conquer me?
Yet you choose to play.
Then to reason me, your way.
Eventually trifling,
To finally be, stifling.
I tell you to fight, I say!
That my pulse is racing,
And my mind fast pacing.
Yet you choose to back away...
- July 22,2008 -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have thrown the gauntlet. I commend you.