It came dancing with bells on
And made my heart race
Its rhythm was strong
Made me dizzy
With thrill of twirl
Ambrosia of love,
I drank
And every thing was blur
But when it left
It singed my flesh
Hurt like shrapnel and spikes
Hurled at me nothing
Is left
Love will always leave its trace
A lifeless hollow
Nothing fills that space
Hollowness grows
Within you then
No emotions, no tears, no fears
For all your sensibilities are past tense
But one. Goes on trying to live again
Left alone in the lurch
Devoid of any happiness or pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But one. Goes on trying to live again Left alone in the lurch Devoid of any happiness or pain Nice poem... :)