love is what i make it
love is what i need
love comes and goes
for me loves just a pain
what i want is love to come and stay but dose this hapen i think not, but if love is such a good thing why dose it make you cry
i want to be loved but it just never comes
i had a lover that just went away
i had a loved one but then just passed away
i had a home i loved but then just seemed to fall away
why dose love never stay for me
is it what i am
or is it god on to me
or is it just a word that you so called have to give and have
so meny times before i heen hurt by that thing called love
so now all i say is that one day love will come and stay
but till then ill just be a love crittic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like the way you repeat sounds and words throughout the poem and then end with a word that sounds totally different to any of the others. The word 'critic' stands out - because of the way it sounds and the associative meanings it has - not a word associated normally with love poetry. It's harsh and ends the poem with a real 'punch'.