Lovesick Poem by sílvia oliveira
Lovesick
Lovesick
I still house that virus (you) in me
that has slowed me down on daydreams
that has joined my whole blood
that has driven me kind of tipsy...
In the wee hours
the virus has woken me up.
Very early in the morning
it has showed up.
At noon safe and sound
it suddenly appears!
Mostly at night
it¦s there to remind me
it¦s present and powerful.
No need to
I¦ve been already taken
by its invisible-tangible presence...
Its virulence is so attractive
that I¦ve simply abandoned myself
to its comprehensive catching charm...
love when intense by the virus as when virulent, as i enjoy the depth of light, well penned,10+, thanks for sharing
Yes indeed. Love as a virus is so appropriate as a description of the one love in our lives that we will never get over. There is no cure... Don
Silvia, I can't imagine Love as a virus, hope it is not like one of those that have not cure the type you just die in pain....Great work, keep it up...Peace, Romeo, NYC...
The title links up with the virus and the idea is really good. You have real talent Silvia!
i love this one. you have the element to be great, keep on silvia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I have to agree with my mate Doc there. Good work.