Wish to keep my conscience clear
Free my deceitful love or from guilty sex
Hence I disagree that I’m struck by fear.
For; I can’t Love as many as in excess, to my vex.
What doth the fickle minded lasses know?
They knew not true love fears to convey
Tho with guts one opens you know….
You’d see their damned mouths arguing to obey.
But when’st thou with a ditchy policy antics
Better please rather disclose
You’d see them as preys to thine skillful tactics,
For they realize when’st they individuality loose.
The virginity of the mind is the truth of the body
And when’st do they compromise
…..can’t convince them anybody.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem