Love is not on my karmic agenda.
No love scheduled for the rest of my time.
I've been through silent love,
Violent love,
Non-acknowledged, maybe love.
But I've never experienced magical true love.
Almost drowning in the torrential river of life,
Before meeting up with that final cliff drop,
In hopes of claiming a deep love at last,
One strongly reciprocated.
Because karma can change it's course.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem