We may have trouble describing love
But we can identify it when we see it above
The clouds flying like the lost doves of spring
That are on the branches, where two birds are singing.
Love has many symptoms, sometimes we're sick
Other time, we're happy as a newly arrived Sikh
Who just purchased a brand new store
Until he finds out that there's no back door.
No back door to escape, when love is set on fire
And the lady is wearing inappropriate attire
We may have trouble describing love.
Love is the dove that no one can catch
Love is always searching for a match
In unusual places, somewhere above.
Copyright © July 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.ing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of the song MESSAGE OF LOVE popularized by JOURNEY...10+++