Anything in excess is a poison
And love by no way is an exception.
Growing possessive, love severs the tie.
Caged, the beloved wants to flee.
The dove that you keep and feed
Must move about at its ease.
It will come back, liking you,
And if not, it is not yours.
19.03.2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder how you are able to word such rich thoughts continuously. The last two lines convey a lot. It will come back, liking you, And if not, it is not yours. Great lines.