She flows like a river through
my mind yet, she never stays
current. I ask myself why; then
question why this question I ask
cannot be answered.
I try to reason with her only to
realize that she is beautiful
beyond reason. I try to escape,
knowing that my memory will follow
me forever in my shadow.
So my answer?
Love cannot be answered. Love cannot
be reasoned with. Love cannot be
escaped.
These are the Faults of Love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Jalyn. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.