I am not alive

I'm not alive.
I am not dead.
I don't exist on this damned planet.
I'm not a wife.
I'm not a maid.
No one can ever understand that.
Today is sunny.
Next day clouds
Will wake up rain and, maybe, thunder.
I can't help laughing
At your vows
For otherwise I would cry louder.
You can speak much.
I will be mute.
I'm pure gold, but sluts are valued.
Yes, you can touch
Me and see nude,
And have my body as you wanted.
You come to me
And go away,
And return only for more pleasure.
And I can see
That you are stray.
You tell me lies and feel no tension.
It's all the same
As I have read
The lines of your unfaithful nature.
I laugh again.
I understand
That for you I'm a total stranger.
I`m neither winter
Nor warm spring.
I'm not a cherry-tree in blossom.
I won't jeer
At you, king,
For some day you'll be at the bottom.
I'm not alive.
I am not dead.
I don't exist for you, my darling.
Why are you blind?
Can someone else
Be your Great Love and only lover?
12/11/2016 (tr.)