Look above, it is,
Just a picture, to inscribed into my being, all needs.
Just a copy, that looks back with such Heart, as to melt.
Just a photo, that has eyes, to burn away my restraints.
Just an image, to envoke all imagined desires.
Just a vision, as to put myself down on my knees, and pray.
Just a portrait, as to portray what is truly beautiful to all.
Just a reflection, of a face, that leaves all to want.
Just an illusion, that conceives within in me, all my illusions.
It is,
just a picture.
Right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem