Play not with fire, my dear,
Play not with fire.
Truth is fire,
My love is truth,
If you play,
That would destroy you.
No point to exit,
But the point of entry
Is opened, see, always.
Throughout life
You are my only wife.
Believe it or not,
But discover me
In your love hive.
Truth is love and love is truth. Both are fire. Soothing at the same time violent.Excellent poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! The fire will burn you. Thanks for sharing.