I felt it coming
Strange monsoon
I was stretched and compressed
The heart harpoon
Pierced me
And I, voluntarily stood in its way
I chose my final resting place
Chose a body in which to lay
And I was born into your life
And taught you all you know
You chose to Love?
No, Love chose you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple and true and knowing. I like this very much