Elegance and beauty I do not behold
Uncanny in some ways more precious than gold
No near to smooth and delicate hands you hold
The affection you pour out is hot not cold
With all the scars and imperfections you see
Unlikely to be that I'm your cup of tea
Form, glamour, color you base not on those three
But the resonance of the heart within me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maayo gyud uy. Still a fan here :)