Poetry

 
My love has got little time.
My love is so noble in thought
and so pathetic in deeds.
My love is like a storm, bringing anxiety
and wreaking havoc.
It wakes up like a restless wind  from sleep,
which errs in the recesses of my soul
and moves images suspended in past time.
My love is enchanted with the words,
that are a part of each poet.
Words of love, enclosed in a corner of my mouth,
are waiting for your key of understanding.
 
                                  Piotr Kasjas