How do you know
When love is love
and not a lie
an illusion
A wish
A dream
An empty promise
A sudden theme
For a broken life
How do you know
The passion is real
And not a twist
A cheat
A myth
An ugly show
A hell’s gate open therewith
For forsaken mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well put, the pacing is perfect in my opinion and the imagery imaginative. I do disagree with the premise, real love is an unmistakable force evidenced clearly by its power anyway thanks for sharing