Love is so elusive
and I can't even
see myself.
'What's the point, I ask? '
and somewhere there's
a 'none'.
Love is for those
who can see, feel, and be.
There's no room here, Love.
You're just not for me.
(Itajaí,26 April,2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent 'those you can see, feel, and be', , , , ,