If love were mud,
Coming from you,
I would collect barrels!
And they'd be with me,
wherever I go.
If love were weeds,
Coming from you,
I would grow a farm!
And would chop tall trees
that they'll have light to grow.
If love were sharp words,
That cause many wounds
On your tongue, I would be a leper!
I would admire every sore,
And pray that they fester!
Copyright 2009 Leslie Alexis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If love were sharp words, That cause many wounds On your tongue, I would be a leper! great poem. tony