It's not my flesh that I nourish,
nor the blood that runs in my veins
It's not my thoughts that I flourish
but the love in my heart to remain.
It's not my eyes that I lavish,
to absorb all the beauty and charm;
but to share my love and devotion,
and to cause not anyone harm.
What good is the heart without feelings,
what good is the blood that runs cold?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem