Love Is Temp Poem by Chan Mongol

In the Summer, some city people date
But one hurts the other in the Harvest;
One finds the choice to leave the other
Love is here temp as someone is unfair.

I shouldn't have responded her call
I shouldn't have given her my love at all;
My love gave her the right protection
But then, she thought that I gave her prison.

Go! Go! I understood her signals to run away
Taste is lost and I should think it is Okay;
I can bleed a little but time will heal me
The new nurse will come to cleanse my body.

Whatever, love or hate we had between us
Considering a dream and really it was;
That, life goes on as long as it is here
Opening eyes to see beauties everywhere.