When I read your poem
I can read your mind,
Either very hard, semi-soft
Or it is very very kind.
When I continue to read
I can sketch your figure,
Either very rough, semi-fine
Or it is full of nice feature.
When I proceed much more
I can imagine your physique,
It is bulky, semi-slim
Or it is exceptionally unique.
When I complete your poem
I can sensibly end the sum,
Either bogus, experiment
Or it has sufficient gum.
Think the poem is your mind's clue,
Mix in it the true love glue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem