Confused, you are.
Bedazzled, I am.
Bemuffling is this feeling.
In wilderness, we are.
Peculiar is this familiar affection
but i must say,
confusion is love.
Love and pain! But, there is hope ahead of you. Nice work.
Peculiar is this familiar affection.. familiar affection becomes peculiar. a seldom feeling . let true love give you consolation and comfort. thank you for your poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short lines but really great words.... love it