Mental images consume her thoughts,
Discovering her as you have always wanted to know,
Playful, passionate, gentle—
Secluded this version from you
Too much adoration to taint your memories
Of the schoolgirl you once knew
With this brand, burned into your memory.
Yet, you accept this going in,
The limitations, an end to this illusion
Of what you believed her to be.
Though suspect you still desire more than offered,
Yet selfishly she hungers for the taste
of a dish she cannot name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem