Knock down, a game, when two sights of eyes collide,
Once knocked down, countdown takes a life time,
What message is shared, when two minds speak,
Once spoken, it takes a lifetime to understand.
What notoriety is this to have the hearts stolen,
Once stolen, let it be as it is, not to prosecute,
Everyone wants to be a thief, looking for a victim,
Victim and thief are so proud for they steal a heart.
I use the word floored, when love knocks me down. I am an old boxer at heart, and have tasted the canvas many times. You can take the boxer out of the ring, but his hands never come down. I reread the poem, countdown takes a lifetime is a strong line, for once we are in love, our guard is always down. Do we give our heart or is it stolen? Interesting thought and great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the heart stolen beats in testimony in the shallow pools of those unaware.