Love is timid and cautious,
Passion - blunt of uncouth.
To force love is impossible,
Passion walks without clothes.
And like a shameless girl,
That seduces without effort,
It can pretend love,
But to become love - never!
Passion walks without clothes. And like a shameless girl, That seduces without effort, It can pretend love, But to become love - never! the final sentence revealed soooo much dear Liza. tony
Hi Liza, A lovely poem, with deep insight into differentiating love from passion. This metaphor is wonderful- “Passion walks without clothes. And like a shameless girl, “ great write. But I have not heard of Svetlana Vashina. Is she a contemporary Russian Poet? Would love to know more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love and Passion sometimes become translations each to other!