Using the imagination can be a cruel trick of the mind.
The mind can create images that are factitious memories of time.
The pattern of flowers were just photos from a magazine.
The loving and romantic moments were from your favorite movie scene.
Scenes of love,
you casted, strange glove.
To fit into a observation;
of what you thought love should be in perception.
Is intellect influence?
When it comes to the imagination, I wish I knew the difference.
Hard to come to realization.
When lost to a hopeful imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem