My fight is valid, and so say I
I battle your demons and ask not why
You look at me with aggressive vision
Without provocation, to force my submission
I struggle on, to oppose this opposition,
And think less of you, because of your lack of contrition
I want to rid you of this loathsome curse
But all you do is fight when we converse
What must we do, to convince you of our love?
Be honest, anything less than truth … you can shove
This is something you can fight, to right what has been wrong
But you need let someone help you stay true and strong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, M. J. W. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.