To me, brain says, pursue
To me, you equal free
To some a week is short
To us it was love's port
For a week I meet you
For longer you own me
For you I gladly try
For you I slowly die
Sick's how you describe some
Ate it all up they did
Tin pales to Stainless Steel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh yes, the emotions, mixed up with a bit of (ahem) *love*, speak right into the heart of the situation. I think this one's awesome!