When I give,
I unwrap the entire package.
If there is something uncovered,
You discover unliked...
When given.
Remember this...
I did not come to you,
To hide anything.
I came to expose everything.
Not to compete!
Or keep secrets discreet.
Before or after,
Laying together between sheets.
To later instigate confessions made,
Were not mistakes.
And there are discrepancies in our definitions of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Things that make you go hmmmm... Wow Lawrence - great poem and an intriguing write... Got me reading it over & over and liking and agreeing very much... To confess your inner most secrets & admit mistakes to one another and still love completely without question is key... Or else it is not unconditional love.