Suddenly quick in the sense of man, Are the pple he count on to stretch to him a hand,
Dilemma as the only way out,
But choice itself filled with doubt,
Of the next step to be taken in this chain of motion,
Its an enforced satisfaction and affection of this magical love potion,
This erodes evry men sanity and dignity,
One thing for certain like as poverty it has no intergrity,
As maturity is not measured by puberty,
The importance of something is not its severity,
But a sacrifice made everday to channel its existance to purity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem