The Door Stuck In Love Poem by Davi Sardinha

The door that doesn't open
Only if you made a promise
With the window open
The wind takes love quickly

What is love...?
Is it can feel at the point of combustion?
...shout out? ...or be able to hum
A beautiful song

the absolute passion
Consume the indecent
Why don't you want it? what's different?
For you, I'm just another poet with no future, who
move on to the next incident...

love is soluble
The good admirer finds him hallucinating
What to do if it's uncontrollable...
Even so, it remains bright.

Ah, absolute passion...
that everyone can feel
However, who has felt too much
You can only grunt...

...the door that won't open