I knew if I began to enchant,
Any blemish I had...
Would diminish as a flaw.
And I would be accepted,
As long as I entertained.
Keeping my intentions meant,
From being too scutinized.
Since I dislike explaining,
My lack of exposing humility!
And that shy side I keep undetected.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem