I haven't asked for Love
but it was offered;
knocked and begged
before my proud doorsteps
to be taken and kept
like an abandoned cat.
Although indifferent,
I had it welcomed
for the sake of such
a tremendous patience.
A pity becomes love,
becomes fidelity,
becomes obsession.
One typical day,
when you felt
too sure of me,
you just, without warning
left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melanie, I suppose that is typical of men (and cats) . You've stated it all so well... great write! Brian