If he had told me
I wouldn't have listened
That love so natural
But not for immature minds
I sit on the seat of lustfulness
With a dagger; drunk like, i stagger
My love has given me a stab
And sleeplessness crowns my generosity
Maybe I will survive this
But this is my first time
I'm dieing slowly and slowly
In a solitary confinement
Love is really blind
It blindfolded my eyes
played with my brain
And the sting of a scorpion
Is better than the stings of love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I felt the sting of a corpion in this wonderful poem that addresses a different facet of love..Top score!