When
Broken
And I am
Lost, alone
Rolling into
Gravelly gore
Muddy marinate
Slime stye stone
Groundless groan
Fresh anointing oil
Flows from my boils
Gilead fills two hands
Broad bounties spread
Unselfish care caresses
Heart's tears fill own
Eyes, watering down
Disenchantment and
Disillusion dishes
Ridicule ricochets
Frantic fantasies
Feelings of fear
Frenetic frenzy
Uncertainties
Soon scatter
Dissipates
Your love
Congeals
Crystal
Clear
Love is like a bee's sting - bees are beneficial to sunflowers but stinging is part of their nature. We cannot have a bee without its sting, and so it is with loving. You cannot have honey without bees unless it's the artificially made ones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love can be painful! This poem is delightful.Thanks!