Yes I know.
Translated it means love,
But this is not a poem like all others,
This, I believe, is one of a kind.
Somehow I never seem to have the energy,
Or even the motivation to write about love.
Yes I have been there,
Yes I have experienced it, (I think)
Yes, I do believe in it,
But strangely, I just cannot bring myself
To write about love!
Love is a contradiction, sometimes.
Love is an emotion, sometimes.
Love makes you feel free like a bird, sometimes.
But then again, it can make you feel caged like tame birds, sometimes.
Love makes the world go round, sometimes.
Love makes the world too tiny, sometimes.
Love can be quite a complicated affair, sometimes.
But can also be the easiest of things, again, sometimes.
The sometimes of it all has got to be the most annoying but relieving bit of it all (the
juxtaposition) but that’s what makes love what it is, love! J
