Were you an it/its,
a he/she or what the hell?
made of Shinto souls.
You have washed and cleaned
like a pro that I had sold
buy anew if broke.
You were my sole mate
without a suicidal vow
sex doesn't know how.
You took away chores
of 700,000 kinds of them
give a billion more.
Best of all in due,
try to write me a nice poem
you don't have a clue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem