What does "love" look like?
Does love hurt?
Is IT great and tough?
Are you addicted to pain and suffering?
What does just pure love look like?
Occasional daggers? A cup of Selfishness?
Does it look like coffee next to your bed?
A full tank of gas?
A room painted orange?
Continual concern for comfort and Service?
A win-win always? Total acceptance-NOW!
No past, living now, sharing love
because you are love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem