Its like a tight pull.
Like someone has grabbed you,
And when you hold your breath,
Its like you’re drifting off into the ibis.
When he speaks to you,
All you hear is an angel singing to you.
When he talks about love,
He gets all sensitive,
You know in your heart that he is speaking truthfully.
Lies come your way,
But you try as hard as you can to avoid them.
If they are unavoidable,
You try to talk about it.
If its true about both,
It’ll cause a next-to-nothing break.
Time is all it takes to relieve and release.
He takes you to a special and peculiar place in your heart,
Its comforting,
And unreasonably fun.
Every moment spent seems like a dream,
Carried off elsewhere.
Although space is needed at some points,
It always results back in his arms.
Well, this is a sparkling write of love. As a man, I find the feminine perspective on love quite frightening. Someone will ask me to explain that someday. I'll try, but believe me. I sure can't do it here. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true also known as the love thief