loving you is never easy
day to day
i have become like a toy
to you
and you have become
Papa's only child
dismantling parts
and leaving them
in disarray in the floor
i am those parts
dismantled
but i never really mind at all
i have always lived on the premise
that loving you is never easy
love is difficult but no matter what
love is still love
a magnet that takes all the parts
and reconnects them all again
puts them in their proper gears
screwed and bolted and
arrive at moments of complete repair
and then you play again
and this is where love recoups itself
you are happy and that is reason enough
why the breaking is not at all bad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem