Love is a B!
a taboo to say,
but so isn't it not?
he'd wobble your stillness,
he'd wake you up from sleep,
he'd moot, loop, gallop!
So you'd take notice,
he'd seize you from Silence,
distract your affairs
so you'd walk the steps
of his short-lived roses.
And when he realizes
that you're full-blown,
he's stop the acrobatic stunts
and lets you trail his whereabouts -
It's his turn to relax.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem