Born ignorant, as the hormones activate
the other love, huge as the universe,
we learn with all our senses each bright letter
of a new emotional alphabet, and shout
our wondrous discoveries in deathless verse,
forgetting it's been done before, and better.
Yes, it has been done before... and maybe better... but this moment... the joy of it, the wonder... it's yours... it's what connects you with all the moments before it and yet to come... but it needs your voice... to distinguish it from the others and make it the same...
Nice poem. But sadly every poet/person who cautions another on writing a love poem, would have written atleast one.. For, is there poetry without Love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful piece, cared being conscious, curious being uncared....... well penned for lovepoetry undeterred