Splitting apart any previous cease-fire,
Shattering words spit quick
Bulleting pain. Yet again.
Their target well met, with accurate aim
They enter the heart of my heart.
Why do I stay as I do?
Do I revel in suff'ring, stupidly cling
Incompatibly to this narcotic thing
Painfully passing as love?
Would that I knew.
A nice small and beautiful work on love. Lovely,10 for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love can be like a drug, we can't let go even when it invokes great pain. Well written Bob