My love is simply complex,
Complex and simple,
Simple and… complex
My love is like a book,
It has two covers,
Two? Well look.
We choose our cover,
We choose our back,
We choose what is seen,
We forget to realize,
We are caught in between,
Two covers are one,
Ah don't you see?
I am simple and complex,
One is my cover,
One is my back,
They are connected,
But the author chooses what is read,
Both are covers… One is pushed to the back
My love is simply complex,
Complex and simple,
Simple and… complex
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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