I loved but you loved not.
I’m hurt but you’re hurt not.
But you would've been hurt if I've only loved not
So I guess I loved to be loved not.
I stood near a fire furnace that was as cold as a refrigerator.
Her heart is like ice.
But she looked me in the eyes too many times that I saw not her evil devise.
So I loved as my mama loved.
And I thought it was wise to be nice
But I thought not of hurt.
I kept walking closer to that cold fire in pursuit of warmth
‘Cause my soul needed someone for comfort.
As I strolled forward I never realized that I was closer to demise,
So I proceeded.
I let my love hover with my heart uncovered thinking I was clever never expecting the roar of danger.
Like lions to flesh my love was devoured.
I guess my predator had a gigantic appetite,
But my heart starved.
Love don’t get you love it get you wisdom,
And I needed some to move on.
I’m loved not and you love not,
So I guess we’re both not loved.
And if I have to love again it won’t be the same
‘Cause I've learnt that love’s not what it seems;
Love isn't what love is!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem