Your efforts to window dress respect,
And affection to then expect I will accept...
What others 'assume' from you I get...
Is either due to your witless innocence,
Or you believe your portrayals are that good...
My feelings felt could be fooled.
And I would excuse your version of reality,
Like I would if someone told me...
They had passionate and hot sex,
With a mannequinn.
And the thought of it left me,
Both envious and jealous!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem