Your eyes graze me,
I can feel the bruise
Where your glance drops to my shoulder,
Your essence a stormy smoldering
Held in check.
What you give up is
Only what you refuse
To take...
I want to know you
But your distant shore defies me,
Your skin, once cool is colder
And I should dare
To build a fire
But for the edge of thought
That I might lose
My wood.
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I would like to translate this poem
Quite good, I give it a 7.