There is a desire I cannot fulfill,
It is mime and mine alone,
It is sickening my will,
For it a sore and mone.
I have a desire I will not suffice,
It is of hate and envy,
As hard to tame, like caching mice,
It is the bell that tolls only one melody.
Desire is what I hate,
The only thing I long for,
It is to love and mate,
To be able to give and take; more and more.
If desire is what I long for, I will recite of your Eden,
I will look at your hell and say no more,
I will give in to my desire to be even.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem