These things of pangs unknown by name,
I feel that they are familiar.
These aches and sores are all that and the same,
I feel they are strange hence forth all too peculiar.
These torments of abstraction all from life,
I feel they are why I feel complete.
These logical fights with love isn’t right,
I feel they are why I’m weak.
These waves I ride seem too high,
I feel that she is waiting for me to crash.
These struggling moments here adrift the tide,
I feel that they are going to last.
I can feel the fear and anxiety that you are trying to express, Cupid. I believe, though, that this poem would benefit from greater syntax variety: 'I feel' needs to be replaced with alternative expressions which should maintain if not enhance the continuous flow of ideas. That's my opinion, anyway. Best wishes, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poetry may need to improve but your feelings do come through loud and clear!