I used to play with dolls
imitating the affairs of the aunts
I knew their trump cards
of yearning jealousy
and revenge on the devils
who make you heavenly happy
before they leave
Now I listen to heartbreak songs
without an answer, songs I know
and could sing along, but
inside, they eat me
instead of giving me hold
how to proceed now it's over
although I was sure of him
and of myself
Oh, may Plato and Socrates be right
that Mister Love is a hunter, lean
unwashed and barefoot, but skilled
in mixing poison?
Do I deserve this while he is exculpated
because good luck does accrue to him
but it always escapes him?
love a name of thorns with rose love a name of wisdom within a cup of hemlock love a name of humanity with the flood of Noah love a name of sacrifice beside the beloved by misunderstanding love a name of learning but by the blind following love a hunter in the deep forest by making itself victim love a big secret but in the day of light..........////
Love encloses so many experiences, that is no wonder there are poems about " Him" , although it isn't easy at all to write one. Thank you!