i went to the Doctor,
and the Doctor said,
you get home,
go straight to bed,
i tried to stand,
my knees went weak,
i stuttered and stumbled,
found it hard to speak,
i took the time to have a look,
at a big old medical book,
i felt a smile creep across my face,
the Doctor said ' less speed more haste'
i suddenly saw a turtle dove,
all of these symptoms- it was true love!
I enjoyed reading this Emma, the symptoms of love explained so well by you, Lynda xx 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was a simply lovely way to describe something unexplainable, but that's what poets do!