Love is a good thing
n it may sneak up and grab you,
if it weren't for that,
it may never nab you
If left to our head and logical thought,
we could miss the juice and proffer not.
Love is sneaky and passes through mind,
leaves us love-stoned, we purrrr and pine!
Let it work its magic on old hard hearts,
to bring us to passion, even tho old farts!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem