Spontaneity is the understated
language of love -
for it lacks the coaching
of rehearsed flower arrangement.
You demand explanation
but what I have are just feelings
when love is not black and white
or due process.
Not an incentive you get
for being awesome
or a handbook of cliches
for a lack of better proofs.
It moves in out of nowhere
on a typical day of idling
a moment when it hits you.
Sheltered, a home in a home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melanie, such a great poem....10+++++¥
Thank you Sir.