How can true love complete you?
Is it through broken lines of pink promises?
where is the bell?
Turned to blue
turned to freedom
or
turned to senseless bliss.......
If love is a storm?
then why you allow winds of thorns
to bleed thine heart
... and left it open.
If there is hope
after passing you by
How i wished
forever it's gone
But love is infinite...
that behind a good storm,
left was ruined heart
... yet still have,
a heart of its own
a mind of its own.
and
healing scars
of its own...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, true love lingers over trouble!