I could fall in love with a man, if that man touched me with his words
Ive been strangled at the neck with a man of bold hands,
Yet to me spoke not a word.
I could fall in love with a man, if he held me as he does a paintbrush
Gentle and fragile, not missing any empty spaces
Many men have stolen from me kisses, and stared with empty faces
I could fall in love with a man, who would sing a poem for me
Words fill my empty worries. Give me your tangible emotions!
Many have filled my empty worries, with painful regret
They touched and I felt the icy cold hollowness-
Its sad realizing it too late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem