The Trouble With Love Poem by Ben Partenay
The Trouble With Love
It goes like this
She offers her hand
You take it, she
Pulls back, says
“It’s not that cold”
She offers her eye
You catch it, she
Takes it back, says
“Keep your eye on the road”
She offers her heart
You take it, she
Lets you hold her, says
“I’m dying”
Very appealing poem. Warm regards for a very creative January. Kindest regards, Sandra
It is a little death - significant but not fatal. Lovely poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 11:37:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yeah isn't that how that goes.