Attractivness Untamed Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

Your mockery of everyone and everything,
clumsily hid your failures.
You are so complex and sweet,
simple and sinister,
you are playing with innocent naivety,
of my love for you.
Melancholy marks you as your property,
your heart is selfish,
overestimates his own happiness,
which he can not enjoy.
As insect bites the flower,
before it blooms,
so our love and sanity
you turn them into hatred and madness.
Slightly deceived, less deceiver,
deceived as a philosopher in his own words,
the devil quoted the bible for his purposes,
turning a divine lie into a real one.
Give up those unbridled passions dear,
for the angels have fallen because of that sin.
In silence dead and serene monastic,
I use every momentum inspiring,
to collect it
your sweet, youthful fruit,
that teenage and blind delusion of the soul,
as to sympathy first,
which disappears from the unscrupulous slaps of
fate.
Your flame in my heart burns me the most,
who from day to day,
it burns more and more all over the body,
in the bones,
and through the veins.
How much confusion and ignorance.
How many sleepless nights you have caused me.
Is there still authority to be despised?