This body of mine craves perfectionism; you are the perfection.
This heart of mine desires Zeal; you are the enthusiasm.
This mind in me needs harmony; you are the peace.
This soul in me is obsessed; you are the obsession.
These hands of mine demand a pen; you are the poem.
These feet of mine want to travel; you are the path.
I am passionate; you are the passion.
I am stubborn; you are the persistence.
I am possessed; you are the possession.
I have passions, and you are my yearning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem