If something is done with love...
Who and how is it determined,
That the source of it...
Does not legitimately please?
And the affect,
To one accepting...
Has not received it completely.
Regardless of who evaluates,
With a detached feeling...
To contemplate with a rating of it.
If something is done with love,
It will stay that way...
Since that is the way,
One who is loving...
Is.
'But...
They believe you are competing.'
With 'who'?
And for what reason,
Would I want to jeopardize...
Those feelings of 'mine' I have inside.
They are mine to devote my time.
Perhaps they believe my loyalty can be undermined?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem