love isn't asking, when it is taking into the captivity.
love doesn't ask but it is forcing his way by force
then you have trouble when to sleep you cannot
you aren't sleeping after nights and you are mixing
the day up with the night
what you made it that you had been overcome by force
it difficult love, unavailable and the beauty
you can from it to escape but you don't have where
the obsessive thought is only tormenting you
in order to tame it so that she is nice
only for you every day more beautiful
it is a familiar truth, that in love power
what from it, that sometimes incomprehensible
important didn't miss us
unimportant even, when for it a time will pass...
Maria Barbara Korynt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-power-of-love/
