My love like a subclause
Is put on hold
For no clause would join it
I am in search of a simple sentence
Capable of defining love
But you try to make it complex
Always waiting for the other part
Never standing on its own
No wonder my love remains
Subordinate
Thanks to your inclination
For complicated things.
Your love is a subordinate clause but you can't deny that it's a part of the main clause. Absolutely a wonderful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful ink. Simple love is beautiful love. Thanks for sharing.