Heartbreak is for fools he said,
then balanced out the right.
Love's less often felt for those,
whom fall far short the plight.
Flowers bloom,
gloves switch hands,
laughter stays the same.
Fingers point to post a blame,
heads are hung in shame.
So this is what all call love,
if so whats shown is false.
Tis not better to have never loved,
than to have loved and lost...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love to love the mystery of Love. Best game in town. It does exist. With all its happiness and sorrow. You were a non believer I think, but then in your lovely well exercised poem you got it right.Different from anything I have ever read. Very good