We are men.
We don't know how and what women look for in men!
But we know much about ourselves.
We look at women as lumps of flesh
Always burning with desire.
I day you will see them as mothers and nurturers. Time changes one's perceptions even those of young men.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem is written through the burning desire of love