Embedded in the sulci Tattooed in the gyri
Are the ancient times of bonded stolen hours
Mercurial memories of a peculiar passion fiery
Oh how we tempted the fate mischievous
And the retaliation was swift and clear!
Both were made forever vulnerable
To an unfamiliar unusual attachment, dear.
What is it, if not a curse?
To rarely see and never to touch!
It's neither a protest nor a moan
But then neither can I always
Be blithe, gleeful or sing in a jovial tone!
Though thankful I am of the moments stolen
Glad that we're still together in the path chosen.
your poem is the real temptation for love...nicely written...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What is it, if not a curse? To rarely see and never to touch! It's neither a protest nor a moan.. a marvelous poem..... your selection of words and the beautiful way of expressions with a poetic flow...... a fine poem. thank you dear poet. tony