In the name of lord of their hearts,
The black dragger that always hurts
They laugh, and then they kiss each other
They think it's the most enjoyable thing, but they bother.
It is called love! Such a good title, it is nice!
For the respect of love they will arise
They just see the shape, they don't think about depth
These lovers will continue this silly game to the day of their death
One is a tinker and loves to be a stinker and one is just a pure lover
And the stinker is always in hover
Such a dirty action, such a giant betray
Poor the other person, for sure she would be affray
When a person loves another person from the depths side and her
whole existence,
That side of loving is so far from her like a mean distance
Let's be honest, let's be a real human
Let's kill all the lies and betrays and act like the numen
For the better life, for the great love
We have to be honest and don't shove!
Otherwise, there is no real love and lover; all are a big lie or a
truth?
You better ask it from lovers, this question has been asked so routh.
Let them be, you know why a doll cant have a life? why plastic tree cant grow? and a robot never be a human, and fake flowers cant give a nice smell? ....that's all because of lack of soul, a fake and imitation never be the same with the real one even it look almost the same one...if they choose it to be that way let it be, but we who want the originality must keep our life true and honest! good idea to write this poem, keep it up_Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth in love is paramount. Falsity is death and destruction to both their spirits. I really understood and enjoyed the message in this poem.