when you love
always anticipate that somehow all things end
the sunshine that comes after the rain
the storm after a very peaceful morning
some things do happen
unexpectedly, if there is no leaving
for sure there is also death
have always a margin of error
human as we are
perfection is a big denial
you make love to the full today
let it be and then when things change such as
an iced melting or a glass of coffee getting colder
a touch not as warm as yesterday
or the kiss that turned routinary
a hug not so revolutionary
as to degrade itself to something that is so ordinary
do not be shocked as though you are into your first earthquake
learn the ways of the wise
take love as good as it lusts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem