Why Love Poem

“A couple in Camden Town” by Karlo Tasler

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…