Love is like the measles.
Once you catch it,
it starts spreading like wildfire.
First, the itch,
then the ugly zits
and finally the scars.
Those nasty pockmarks
reminding you that getting bitten by the love bug
can cause serious damage to the patient.
Oh, the many sides of love. I've just recently been biten by the same bug and rather like it. Seems everyone doesn't find it so pleasant. Anyway your point is well made and true to your feelings. Good penning.
An analogy to draw the lines of understanding by feelings.As true poems do.
Those nasty pockmarks reminding you that getting bitten by the love bug can cause serious damage to the patient. very interesting obeservations of love and love experience. htank you dear poetess.. tony
Even though the love caused the pain, it could heal the heart. It's the balance in this life to keep the cup half empty and half full. I wish you to enjoy with all situation. Thank you for sharing this awesome poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Scars of love! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you kindly my friend!