(recycling Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet XVII). Image from Unsplash.com
I don’t love you as if you were a classical arena
or an untimed casual
.
I love you as you challenge me
and develop my speedy reflexes
I love you — as a king loves his mate
or a thinker loves pondering,
so I give thanks to your haste
.
From my heartless heart to my mindless mind——————————
I love you — without knowing your deep scar on their thought
I love you — wholly without minding my occasional blunders
I love you — like this because of your superior matchess speed
I love you —
.
so close that the timer’s almost rang
so close that the timer just rang
Great poem, Armin!