With a love to write,
I do it.
To describe the process,
Would be like teaching a kitten hygiene.
Or how important to life breathing means.
To me writing is as essential,
As the Sun and Moon is to Earth.
And all that inhabits the wonder of this magic.
With a love to write,
I do it.
And like anyone who does that which is loved,
To explain it as a hobby...
Would be like comparing a happy marriage,
Without ever considering divorcing from it.
I am blessed to feel that kind of companionship.
'Seldom' are WE in disagreement.
With a love to write, I do!
But I will admit to this...
No marriage stays successful to know happiness,
Unless sacrifices are recognized to be made.
Whether they are infrequent or on a daily basis...
To love to hate to leave when times come to bore.
But always wanting to improve upon it more,
With that excitement remembered to recapture.
And...
As an added bonus,
Whenever I leave to return back to 'my' space...
I have yet to request peace and quiet to get it.
It's there without me saying a word.
Or slamming a single door.
To have peace of mind like that I could not pay for.
This emotional involvement is not a wasted investment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let me try to recapture your idea sir, thanks, I like it.