Love is a high wire act
...without a net.
Love is a burning building
...& you haven't woken up yet.
Love is a big top circus
...packed up & leaving town.
Love is a lost toy
left out in the rain.
.. . a child calling a doll's name.
Love is a rose
...lying scattered on the ground.
Love is...oh look!
...the clown is crying!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem