Love is a mugger
you don't know when he's going
to assault you nor where
nor in what way
nor for what reasons
Love is a highway man
and you know he doesn't ask for money
but for your life
Love doesn't content itself
with things
of worth
And you don't know if you will see him again
and you don't know if he will give back what he stole
Hidden in the shadows
the thief
who will lay assault to your life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem