Where ever you see
Love within this world
It's just a reflection
Of divided Love
Those that receive it
Are incapable of
Parting with it
What ever you got
Is the only Love
Your heart has
Love that you feel
Reflecting from within
Another human heart
Is always someone else's Love
Stored within their heart
From a hundred years ago
Our heart is not capable
Of creating brand new Love
Though, it is a perfect consumer
Of truth and Love
It is only capable of sorrows
Just so that someone feels sorry
And share their Love with you
It takes a long time
For a human being
To part with it
Our heart does not want
To ever let it go
Unless or until
It is receiving in return
Or is totally dissolved
In someone else's heart
Without receiving Love
We can quickly turn into
Irrational, self-centered
Ugly human beings
Filled with sorrow and hate
When in actuality
It is our heart
Pleading for more Love
Sad sad fate
Of a human being
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written on love....