Not Love-Shy, But Clumsy Poem by kyvin Nash
Not Love-Shy, But Clumsy
I don't love well
I'm too kind...
The type easily blind,
The kind:
Thus hard to find.
This emotion is sickness
Maybe my greatest weakness,
Though I utter no slickness...
To this I stumble like weak-knees.
When I'm in love...
I fall in deep:
Like a stupid glove,
I lose my grip.
Between my head and my heart...
Sweet words, I mumble and scramble,
Me and love get drifted far and apart,
Love is a struggle or a fumble.
I panic in love:
I blow hot and freeze,
All my charming suave...
Seize to exist.
When in love, I become timid:
I can't smile neither do I jump for joy,
When in love, I'm clumsy and rigid,
Love please...teach me this ploy.
Yes you reflected a very important topic on love...yes in love we lose our control over self but don't make such blind thst fails see the truth...i agree with this notion. Thank-you for sharing.
The poet has very explicitly divulged his weakness... brilliant
Thank you for votes and comments my P.H friends, I'm inspired and encouraged, to write well and best...sorry for replies, I've tried but they're not going through!
Gee, Kyvin, if you reacted, as illustrated, to a love-move from me, i think i'd run very quickly from the area, empty-handed and forlorn. : ) bri
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 9:31:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Good poem! Really good!
Thanks a lot Kostas Lagos...appreciated!