Make me believe,
There is something inside...
You wish to release,
That is genuine.
And not for sale.
I want to receive,
What you give.
As if it is only for me...
That the heat you sizzle,
Boils hot!
It it is not...
I don't want it!
No 'ifs' to add.
No 'ands' to understand.
Or 'buts' to diminish with excuses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem