Stealthy it comes out the shadows,
a stab in the dark or a shaft of shifting shadow.
it comes lightening fast, azure and prickling
with passion red or in brooding silence.
arrives with thundering heart beats
sounding like galloping feet,
it comes slowly creeping in the stillness of night,
insinuating slipping under the skin to tingle.
soft as rose petals, as light as breathless down,
it is madness, it is bliss, it is pain.
it comes to pierce leather hearts or tender,
it has no reasons and too many rhymes.
so much cliche written in volumes of tears
hearts broken by its thrusting spears
shattered pheromone driven dreams,
endocrine blood streams fatal attraction.
Thinking I had become immune
but I found love is like the common cold,
so easy to catch but never cured.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem