again i must tell you
my heart is not made of glass
and though i live in a glass
house like yours, i have no
plans throwing the first stone.
i have a heart of stone and
i will not throw this away
even for once for you.
your house may shatter and
without my stone heart, i fear,
that i would be cruel and
and stupid and so heartless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem