love is
when the body does
not long
for warmth
the nerves dry
lie raisin
and the
hormones all
spent
like ants consuming
all the icing
in that cake
and yet
you two still dine
together
upon a candlelit
night
and before sleeping
talk and take
time about
other
beautiful matters
of your
lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love well defined. Thanks.........!