If I had air for a mind and stone for a heart
Would you love me still or rip me apart
If I had water for blood and fire for skin
Would you still look at me in lust or just see a sin?
I ask not in arrogance but wonder and pride
I have so many secrets that I wish to confide
My sleep never ends yet I remain forever awake
In pain from these regrets I once did partake
So tell me now, if I was a monster would you see
That even as a beast I still am just me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Air, stone, fire and water: the elements we are made up of, makes us only human. One can love a human. But can one love a beast? Frank and without regrets-the protagonist throws a challenge. Liked the idea