Cat and mouse
Bounce round and round.
Passionate chase not a thing profound.
Likely a fantasy of some sort.
Misunderstood, thinking maybe life should just abort.
Faith reconciles, and with writhing doth come smiles.
Gratitude in all that you do.
Like saying go fly, just shoo.
Likely a fantasy of some sort.
Not this life time, I wont abort.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem