If I say that you have a beautiful mind
would you use it against me
plotting my failure at every opportunity
until I have fallen at last
If I say that I like your face
would you still look down on me
or could you be moved enough to raise me up
to look into mine and see
If I tell you that you have nice hands
would you remove them from around my neck
part of me has already been choked
with no certainty of any recovery
If I told you that I loved your eyes
would you open them wide for once
to take the time to see for yourself
how I truly felt about you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem