There are loves and loves so different,
Not all loves are all the same,
Some are sad, some are resistant,
Some euphoric, some persistent,
But they all have Someone's name,
And when gone, they hurt the same.
So true. Different loves exist, and I love this poem. Well done, Sandra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, lovely Sandracita... all love ends in suffering... but that doesn't render love any less wonderful, does it?