I am lost in admiration.
My precision
Is quite good.
I can’t touch you anymore,
The boundaries created
Leave me flat on the floor.
But I get up again
Or love is not true.
I think it is;
You give it,
Take it,
Some times even fake it.
That leads to complications,
Thwarted
And aborted;
Views of life contorted.
Take love and passion aside
Can you abide
with what is left?
a question for me
I think.
