The love bug is a funny creature
with no shape or form,
but you know it
when it bites you
because your head goes in a spin
and leaves you never knowing
where you’ve been.
You go weak at the knees
and are putty in its hands.
There is no prevention
and no way to make a stand.
For when the love bug bites you
it really does it hard
and sometimes leaves a scar.
Invisible to the naked eye,
but you know its there
embossed on your heart.
24 January 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The love bug took one look at me...and turned the other way you see....he knows I'm too bitter a taste....and so his bite he will not waste...on to some better meal to find....someone better worth his time...just kidding: O) ...I hope he bites again someday...before I'm too old and grey..hehehehe