Burn your soul,
feeling the heat;
of passion.
Feel it lick on your skin,
Feel its touch full of sin.
And yet, I give it no thought.
Cross my mind, cross my heart,
never once, made me cold.
And of this truth untold,
there my heart is sold,
The devil cries.
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I would like to translate this poem
loved this poem the words you used are great well done 10 from me