I am drawn to the form of the red heart,
The red heart seems to have a voice,
A voice so coy
The red heart speaks for my being;
Of the turmoil within,
Of the millions of swirling questions in my mind,
Of the shapeless intensity confined,
Of the roaring words unsaid,
The red heart speaks.
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Good start, Eliza. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks