I am here to do your works
With my ears eyes skin tongue
And nose freely openly
and with your sound sight
touch taste and smell
I am a discipline soldier
As you know I love loneliness
And all are here for me only
And practically I am yours only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Curious... why do you love loneliness? I ask because sometimes it's strangely attractive to me too... though more often it drives me into panic attacks.