love is a democracy
it does not force itself upon other people's hearts
when it is welcomed
it enters the door and expects to be cared for
when it is time to leave
love knows how to make that graceful exit
it goes out the door of mutuality
leaves the room
leaves nothing
it closes the door slowly
there is no banging of anything
the words are kind
when it says goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem