I was trying to find, how much there was to say
About how i feel for you, each and everyday
Your love is like sweet honey
Guraded, with a million ways to sting
Trying to figure a way, to get inside the hives
Deep inside, is where the prize ultimatly lies
Your love is like salt water
As much as i drink, i cant get enough
Every time i drink, I cant seem to quench my thirst
But i need to find out, this water may kill me first
Your love is like a stained glass mosaic
I try to see through, but I'm transfixed upon the picture
Whats inside is obscured, away from view
I see only a false representation, When i try to look through
Your love is like a bad blanket
That, can never keep me warm
It keeps me exposed, to the cold night air
A hole for the heart, I'm wondering if you knitted with care
Your love is like a bee
Babe, your only stinging me once
The venom will coarse, through my vein
And the bee will die, and the love will do the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem