Confusion
It scares me
and it haunts me.
It calls to me
then it runs from me.
And it returns to me
and laughs at me.
It cries for me
and it lies to me.
It loves me and despises me.
It plays with me then avoids me.
It daunts me and annoys me.
Ain’t love grand?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem