Unable to escape perfection, I settle for sterile philanthropy.
Is it better to love in chains?
Or for love to remain in freedom,
Ever-changing like the kiss of a tide? ..
All that's left is to overcome the hunger of the womb.
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I would like to translate this poem
Love But for sterile philanthropy! O' Love again Train chaotic brain And I paint my conscience For true philanthropy with fain //// you're penned greatly //// I like it