You sweetly utter my name
But you love another dame
Your love I know
Is only for a show
Your kisses on my lips
Excites hatred that sips
Your touch on my skin
Is like a penetrating pin
Your hugs on my hip
Is like anaconda's grip
You can not fool me now
I shall forget you somehow
This foolish love is a disease
That has to to be cured to cease
Is the only way this hurting pain
Can vanish with freedom to gain
'your touch on my skin is like a penetrating pin' love is so often akin to pain, I liked this alot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a diseased love isn't any worth. let it go deceased! a simple but strong expressive poem, marvin...