Why Love Poem
I was sensing your hot blood,
Just down there at the river,
As cold water was wrinkling up your toes.
I was looking at you, effortlessly.
I could fondly hear your heart,
Giving the rhythm to the river’s mystical flow.
But you needed proof.
You wanted proof!
A translation of what I was hearing.
You always wanted.
I couldn’t give it to you.
“Why? Whyyy?” You were seeking an explanation of everything.
Why Summer? Why Autumn? Why God? Why us?
Why me, myself? Like this.
I don’t know why!
Who cares why!
I caressed you with my deepest being.
“What do you want from me?” you asked.
“Absolutely nothing,” I answered.
You said that one who doesn’t want anything has nothing.
But how come then I felt I had everything…
Just by listening to your heart?
And then I hurt you. Intentionally.
I made a drama.
Because only in suffering I needed you. I wanted you.
I could speak to you.
The drama was the only…
