There is no button
to turn on Love.
There is no button
to turn it Off.
When it comes
it can be like Heaven.
When it comes
it can be like Hell.
Love walks through doors
with no need of Keys.
Love leaves you weeping
with no Receipts.
Weeping, weeping, weeping.
Down on your knees.
Rise and shine, Sugar Mine.
Above the half red sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem