Is love a need?
Or is love a want?
What is it we NEED exactly?
Is it something we can touch?
Or does it touch us?
Can it be defined?
Do we merely perceive to need?
Surely our needs are few.
Food, shelter, safety.
I need YOU, he says.
Oh how tragic! I declare
Oh, how interesting, I declare! ! This reminds me of your other poem about dreaming of ourselves to be ourselves?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i've fallen in love with your poetry... do you have a book? (pbarden77@yahoo.com) thank you.