Love as we know it
gets too old by repetition
No, not that kind
not the right kind.
The blinkers, that heavenly state
(during first few rendezvous) -
that unworthy of words
childlike state of frenzy
(during first few rendezvous) -
and subsides
to a dull feeling of normalcy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short but very well written..i liked it...thanks