Broken nails and blackened teeth
both the known bane of liars
spare you, Verena, ok, but
why should I believe you?
Everything you say the contrary
you never seem so lovely
as when some poor heart is
wriggling on your dart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem, Like a dart it'll pierce to that heart.. Beautiful poem!