Love has no rights or guarantee;
Love is a rainstorm out to sea
That may bring needed rain, or not.
The lover has no rights
But sleepless nights
With or without the one who fills his thought.
You like me, but you’re not obsessed;
I’m ugly, twisted, and possessed
With hopes I dash with ‘only seems’.
Yet, lit with steel
I strangely feel
Your arm across my shoulder – in my dreams.
If you have any comments on this poem, Robin Helweg-Larsen
would be pleased to hear from you.