Love is painful
When i remember my love
It turned me to dove
And make me to fool
When am surpose to be cool.
How long am revisiting the glimpses of moon,
Everyday on the field of noon
That change me to dry
And make me to cry.
Am still tirlessly try
Not to candidly cry
But it so painful.
But there is no feeling of pain in Love. good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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This is clearly a case of pain in the bliss of love. A good piece. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.