I had figured out all his flaws.
Calculated all the risks involved in letting him know how much I love him.
Counted all his mistakes.
Added his sorrow into mine.
Subtracted his misery from my happiness.
One intense hug from him and all my calculations disperse.
Eventually I realised -why I always had been a disaster in mathematics.
Love and maths, all know how wicked they two can get . An interesting correlation that you showed the reader in your poem
Thankyou Kanav, I hope you would like to have a look on my new poem I yet to figure out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(cont.) this is 'yet another' fine poem, with lots of insight into human nature, in the 'love'/'relationship' areas. and you throw in a bit of humor/humour at the end! Delightful. to MyPoemList. and: I'D USE: calculations dispersed [with d at the verb's ending; and i think it sounds better to add s to calculation also] bri :)