Don't Talk to Me .....
Just listen,
For those romantic writers.
Who wax lyrical,
About flowers, sunsets.
And what scents..... upon,
The breeze.
Unless you've kissed,
Or tasted ......sweet nectar.
Looked, into their eyes....
As you've held their hand.
Laughed...... until it hurt.
Or hurt, so much inside,
You cried!
You don't really know,
Anything
About love.
Giajl © Jim Love