how can we possibly understand the depth? ?
how can we possibly realise the strength? ?
how on earth can we control our feelings? ?
when from within us we let loose those innocent beings? ?
those innocent beings one day will come back..
one day will come back all worn out and slack!
from what we thought was a pure white dove..
only to realise the pain was called love...
Really i think i love the last line ''only to realise the pain was called love'' i'll try never to forget that most of the pains i''ve been through in lfe was called love thanx desuper2raddic
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I would like to translate this poem
Hello Baby, These Lines sound quite innocent and sweet, yet true. Nice write up, keep it up. The Sage Anthony Edmond John