Love Hurts,
Inside,
Beguiled,
Spellbound,
But in a tragic way,
Denied, deprived,
A feeling wild,
Hurts more each passing day,
A feeling so apart,
The thorns that roses,
Hide so well,
May all be there,
To start,
A lifelong voyage,
Into hell,
From where we don't depart.
Love hurts,
And tears your life apart,
When met with true disdain,
The pain that fills your empty heart,
Can make you go insane.
Love's pain,
A hurt, with so much strain,
You don't know where to turn,
As Life recedes,
And Fountains bleed,
A point of no return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love can present the highest of highs and the lowest of lows for sure. As Freddie Mercury wrote Love Kills, but can also spring and give the greatest of hope. Very good piece Sandra.