Can my feelings for you be translated?
I ask with a grave heart,
Perhaps to console myself for the time being,
If it were possible then you would certainly know, I’m not that bad.
I think you don’t need to decode my emotion,
Just look at my guiltless eyes for just the once,
They don’t need to sing their own praises,
There you will find my integrity, my passion.
Derrida’s “nothing is translatable, nothing is untranslatable” may sound confusing,
But girl remember that the language of my eyes shall let you know that no truth is missing.