My words are not real, just daggers of breath,
designed to put your comments to death.
Daggers melt with extreme heat;
all it takes is a sentence so sweet.
My words are not meant for you alone,
They're also for others, but they're unknown.
Ignore them all, but let these ones through,
'You'll never know how much I love you.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem