The only thing I THINK i will ever know
Is my heart for which i cannot show.
Although those who wish to see
this burning lust inside of me,
I may share but only quotes
event to those who devote.
Not my mother nor my father
or even uncle's daughter.
I hate, I dream, I wish, I sleep
And yet I dont even know my heart inside of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem