Love is impertinant.
It encroaches the mind
without invitation,
makes itself at home
like a familiar neighbour,
lives on your generosity
of thought,
in time, like a squatter,
takes permanant residence
and is impossible to remove.
It cannot be resolved
by mental action, as
possession is complete
ownership.
Sally Plumb
This is such a logical, structured description and analysis of a completely illogical condition. I brings a wry smile...as if the lunatic has suddenly seen their own madness...only to lapse back into the lucious world of fantasy. Please forgive the analogy, Sally, but what is being in love, if not lose one's head? N
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I would like to translate this poem
Hard to say what I feel reading this poem..Sometimes I am confused I do not know what to do..other times I am just happy to love anything and everything..and there are times.. when I am soo hurt and think..my life would have been more easy without having love in my possesion..but you are soo right: once there, it can be evicted from the heart. I think I would relate to the last one, here..dont know if I am right..but that' s what I got..Thank you for sharing your poems! 10