Damn love..
It hurts.. It pricks..
It makes you bleed..
It cuts.. It haunts..
It makes you weep..
Truest feelings of your heart,
From your loved one will take you apart..
Damn Love..! !
It ruins.. It kills..
It makes you weak..
It abuses.. It tortures..
It then makes it all repeat..
Never show the love that you carry within you,
Unless that love you can some day prove..
Damn Love..! !
Its invincible.. Its inevitable..
It makes you all numb..
It conquers.. It rules..
It forces you to succumb..
The magical spell of love is a momentary beauty; then it will only make you cry,
Once in it; then every moment you die..
Damn Love – I Hate You..! ! !
True, but not all love kills... mostly it brings meaning to life! Well-penned!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Krishna. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks