You cannot force a poem,
A feel, you haven't got,
Inspiration, a mystery
It comes or it comes not.
Like love,
Is creativity,
No formula for either one,
You cannot force love's secret
Nor love, just to be loved,
Love, is its own deep secret
Even Poetry,
Cannot decipher, Love
Or why, we're love dependent
And need it to survive,
To be much more than happy
And really feel alive.
Sing it sister! ! ! ! You have put your finger on the mystery of love and creativity! 10++++++++++++++
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I would like to translate this poem
Very well said. A poem that emanated deep within from heart can be dressed by by the mind. But one purely of mind, whatever is done, remains devoid of heart.