You
started
to stalk me
with your love
like a drizzle.
rains
have no
choice
but to
shower
themselves
out.
Now
I am
caught
in a draught
parched
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A beautiful poem full of metaphors. Love has many faces. It can give us happiness as well as sadness.
Love itself is a metaphor for life, Rose Marie. Thank you.