I get angry, subject to your provocation
I become sympathetic, accepting you’re lying low
Feel beloved when you turn rarely even to treat fair
Sense your touch, seldom though, when you behave
When provoked, assault inclined to rise
In sympathy, values shatter and taste runs away
Love in a blue moon, surrogates envied
Touch on mind hushes up physique’s claim
Angers suppressed to docile emotions
Affection is preserved for obligations
Love, doubting validity, disrespects intimacy
Covering up all that, penned down a poem
You’d better read it.
Love and pain! But, move on in life with a positive mind. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem, tact is a skill far too few people have these days.
Thank you Chris