sometimes love is like a superficial vein full of varicose,
swollen, twisted,
stretched to unsightly, non-existent,
unbearable
sometimes love is a venous collapse that leads to the reduction of veins
cold-blooded, skilled surgeons, we'll remove it like the longest vein
without the leg being affected,
only the blood that has passed through it will slowly change its course
and the saphena, available, will patch a coronary bypass,
pointing at her with our fingers, we'll shout: look at her, she wears a crown,
she became queen too
*dear, who will turn the blood from your sole to your thigh again
when our love will be only a second-degree relative,
One of the most unique poems about love that I've had the pleasure of reading. The meataphor is beyond compare. Absolutely stunningly brilliant. An amazing piece of writing, Maria.
Maria, I'm grateful that love finds a way to be exposed. But still so much is hidden. Enjoyed returning to this poem!
Happy Valentine's Day Maria! I love your poem! I'm intrigued by your medical knowledge as revealed in this poem.
Happy VD tto, Rob! there is lots of poetry in our body, hidding... : )
Your poetic talent stands show-cased here, in this lovely poem. Congratulations, dear poet. Top score and added to MyFavourites.Thank you for sharing, dear poet
Thank you, Unnikrishnan Sivasankara! very much appreciated your words! Thank you for viziting!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! ! Beautiful ink. So true. Loved it.
All my gratitude for reading, Anil! Blessings& greta inspiration, Poet!