A definition

It’s an address
Written on a note
In my phone
From many months ago
In a foreign language
Barely understood
And translated
To define love.



Maybe we’re used to things going fast
The impression of rushed
All in two seconds past
It’s yesterday’s news already tomorrow
Today never comes
As it’s already been
And there we stand
Trying to define
Something which has merely existed
A few moments
Easy come
Easy go
If we’re willing to work for it
Maybe it will last
But that takes time
And darling
Isn’t it quite sad
We’re all in a hurry
To find something
We might never have.