If it is love that you have,
Where is it practiced?
Is it still in development being rehearsed?
And if it is thrist first...
Where on Earth,
Do you keep yourself replenished with it.
And...
IF it 'is' love that you have,
Why isn't it from you easily given?
I hear you say it often enough.
But...
I sure would like to feel more of it,
Instead of it bluffed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem