What is that thing that is called love
Some people believe it's a gift from above
Others say it brings nothing but pain
Maybe it's a one way train
When you take your path
You could never go back again
It may take you to happiness door
Or maybe make you taste life sore
Maybe love is just like the rain
You can never know how hard would be
Or how long it would last
Love could come so fast
I mean the love from the first sight
Or it could take so long time
To be meant to be so right
Love could put you into darkness
Or it could bring you the brightest
Love could be the sun
That shines very bright
Or it may be the storms
That brings you the darkest
Love is like fire
Such as a mysterious desire
But either it's going to warm your heart
Or burn your life
You can never for see it from the start
You can never tell
If it's going to lead you to heaven
Or throw you straight to hell
Love could be like a glass
If you drop it, it shatters
And never be put completely back
But love could also be like porcelain
Never cracks and could stay for ever
It is so strange
How could such a small word
Hold uncountable antipodes
A small word but with so many questions
It is such a complicated felling
As for me...i'm just a young boy
Trying to know what is love
Simply for me
It is like a white dove
Flying so high
Up in the huge blue sky
Love is precious..Love is treasure
Love is not cheap
Love is when you can't fall asleep
Love is everything in heart
It doesn't have a place in brain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is like fire Such as a mysterious desire But either it's going to warm your heart Or burn your life......... love and its mysteries...... you have portrayed it well in this great poem on love my dear poet. thankyou. tony
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