it is amazing <br />here you are translating the meaning of true in your own language. <br />i am amazed. <br />you love poetry after all? you still love <br />true love <br /> <br />i hear the cracks of your broken heart <br />i pretend it is nothing to me <br /> <br />i see how you bleed <br />your white shirt bloody <br />and your hands <br />cupping some drops of blood <br />from your bosom <br /> <br />i pretend i have not seen such a pitiful sight <br />i have my own broken hearts too <br />but you will never know that <br /> <br />you have contempt on my lost loves <br />because you never understand that true love can also be <br /> <br />more than what you expect <br />it can be more than one <br />it can be many <br /> <br />the way i love are like ten fingers <br />the caress of ten fingers <br /> <br />they move like a tribe of love <br />on the thighs of my beloved <br />on her breasts <br /> <br />how can i be so cruel living with just <br />a finger to love just one? <br /> <br />now i make a poem about true love <br />the one that uses so much of myself <br />to love not just one <br />but all <br /> <br />yes, do not be surprised <br />to love all of humanity and humanity <br />has not just one set of breasts and thighs <br /> <br />oh, there are hundreds of them <br />and from their milk a thousand children shall live<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-are-translating-true-love-in-the-language-that-you-like/
