'Love, ' she said,
she stated,
'love, love, love',
she dremt, debated.
'What is love, ' she wondered, anticipated,
dreams of the fairy,
thaken to her hand, the piece of stationary.
But with this piece of stationary,
she could not deliberate,
she could not articulate it,
so she sat, wandered, waited,
dreaming of the life which shall once be created.
Seriously.... this is amazing! ! ! If i was ever gettin a tatoo....(which i won't be too scared) it wud be the line...'dreaming of the life which shall once be created' i mean... ur work is just........Alluring! ! ! and provokitive! ! ! ! ! I luv it! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice wordplay in the poem and yes sometimes people ponder about what is love. Great piece Kim.10/10