Well hi there woman slithering by,
I have you captive in the corner of my eye.
And for a while I'll keep you there.
Or you may discover my contemptuous glare.
I'll make it seem as though I'm not in pursuit
I'll duck and hide here behind the fruit.
Unsuspecting, you swagger with pride.
But I know of your doubt stirring inside.
So pious is she along the exterior
But I am the reason you feel so inferior.
You've built up a life on slippery slopes
Upon false securities and borrowed hopes
You know full well that I have the means
To rip the unraveling rug from beneath your feet.
I can obliterate you from his heart and mind
I'm perched pensive biding my time.
Then I'll expose the chains used to subdue
Such a beautiful soul never meant for you.
As you stroll out of sight and out of this store,
I want you to know this if nothing more
No devotion to you did he impart.
For all these years I've owned his heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem