As fascinating as you are,
I am not lost in fascination
Fascination brings roses,
Love adds the good dirt and everyday dandelions
The line lies between clarity and fantasy; freedom and possession
Fascination resents the changes time brings,
Love alters not when it alteration finds
The line lies between generosity and self; support and insecurity
Fascination finds flaws endearing, but grows resentful in time
Love knowingly accepts flaws as part of the whole
Fascination is blinded by the sparkle in your eyes
Love finds the light behind them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is superb, Robert. However, I have found that love hurts too much. I will settle for fascination. Top marks. Love, Fran xx