Life is a reality
and no
intoxicating wine.
Life is love
it is
really hot.
first comes
real love
which is often deceiving.
Hops
only mask
everyday bitterness.
Remember
that also love
is a state of intoxication.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is much more than intoxication. It is celestial and in a sense rewarding but at times it can be devastating too.Of course that depends.........!
Eclampsia, or the love of poisoning, both of which are life-threatening ;)