Love sometimes calls like thunder on the wind,
as iridescent as a lightning flash;
Thrusting and bustling, shouting to be heard;
complicated, boisterously brash.
Perhaps it’s like an uninvited guest,
sneaking beneath an unobservant eye,
Disturbing sleep and spoiling appetite;
creating breath in semblance of a sigh.
Do secret signal plays a masquerade
somewhere within the nuance of a glance.
Who orchestrates this splendid serenade?
and designates the essence of romance.
I really enjoyed your many sentiments on love. Are you sure you didn't write a book on it? Love comes in many colors, schemes, masks and charades. Definitely makes the world go around. Enjoyed. I have a poem titled Love Seesaw please take a peep when you get a chance.
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written and wonderfully described!