Love grows like a creeper
Inside of me. Holding close
To my heart beware of high
Wind of jealousy.
Fragrance of its leaves I can
Smell in the night; when I fall
On the bed for relaxation.
Love holds me with its
Many talons; an animal it is.
With the sunshine of care it
Moves up into the mind and
Keeps me in discomfort.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo! I really enjoyed this poem Anil