I have some inherent problems with love,
Contrary to the most natural human feeling,
I seem to be quite fine and okay, up and doing,
When love that I seek doesn't surface in my viewing.
Unloved, I can soar in the sky and fly like a bird,
I can sing, I can grin, I can write, I can imagine.
Flow from the mountains like a natural stream,
And sleep peacefully, can even catch a dream.
But my problem starts when someone loves me.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love