I never was on an Easter hunt.
But if I did one, this I would do.
Even if it took me one whole day,
I would gladly spend it looking for you.
And when I found your hiding place,
The first thing I would break apart,
The shell that keeps you from loving me,
Then, I'd overtake the yolk of your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem