In love
the ocean is calm.
Relegated to unconscious
is its turbulence.
Sailing like pirates
imperturbably sailing.
Exchanging vows-
“Only us live in our bay”.
Once there’s undertow
visitors are welcomed
populating the bay
bay meant for two.
The ocean of love,
angry, sweeps all,
sure all, ashore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The experience of love can be likened to the experience of the ocean. Like the ocean, it is not 'a bed of roses'.