LOVE

Love is a typical...typical thing,
like on your finger- a wedding ring,
like on your table- butter and cheese,
like on your lips-a typical kiss...
like in your mind-a typical thought,
like in the UK-a typical rain,
like in your body-a typical pain,
''love'' is a commonplace word..
The Real love can fly without wings,
a real marriage can do without rings,
the food becomes good when you starve,
a real kiss is a kiss of true Love..
I am such a typical,typical thing...
No real Love and no wedding ring,
and I eat my bread and cheese,
and I get my common kiss...
and I see a common rain
through my usual window-pane,
and I write my common verse,
it's not better,it's not worse
than my casual English speech...
I'm so typical each
... week,
I'm so typical each
... day,
Monday,Wednesday...and today...
and I have a scheme to follow,
without thinking,for tomorrow...
I have seldom genuine words,
genuine feelings,genuine thoughts,
genuine mutual attraction...
All is a pure imagination..!
Nothing more and nothing less...
But I like sometimes to hear
people's praise in my left ear...
and I calm myself this way
on Monday,Tuesday and today...
But everytime when I want something
Real,Uncommon,Genuine,True
I think always about YOU...
And your words,your smile,your glee
can my sorrow easily smother,
as your common praise to me
is more dear than from another !!!