Since when can humans tolerate
love with its hard and cruel slap?
All dreams done built incinerate
and can cause both grief and mishap
But how can man not fall to such
an offer of much eloquence
that vows to care in its mild clutch
and its heavenly consequence
The pinches that it gives your heart
hurts much but makes you crave for more
it shows both gold and rusted part
reality and metaphor
Love is not that easy nor hard
and should not come by quantity
counsel for heart to be not scarred:
measure it by quality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great one...this poem is true..