Things kept real...
Should never be allowed to be tainted,
By those who whisper vicious gossip...
Spiced with enticing innuendo.
To undo,
The ones who know it so well...
A genuineness between a few who have experienced,
The flavor of a familiar taste.
Appreciated!
Yet,
For whatever the reason...
This pleasure reserved irritates,
Those with wishes they knew it as well.
Perhaps that is why so many relationships,
End to split and not survive.
Since the ones successful with deceiving done,
Maneuver with a doing unsuspected to detect...
Come opinions that should be left and rejected,
When making attempts to comprehend with opinions...
What is not meant to be known 'or' to make sense.
'You have a nice environment.
Which one of you has the better taste,
To keep it that way? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem