Unexpected without warning,
Love invites itself in.
Your heart may not be able to take it,
Too many goodbyes for just one person.
You may not want it,
Too much mess for one individual.
But its there,
And its eating away at you until you feed it,
With all the pieces thats left of your heart.
It may not have been meant to be,
You may still be unsure.
But all those menacing not sure 'meant to be''s
Will be reasured one day.
When love comes knocking on your door again,
Only this time you warmingly invite it in.
I like how you make the phrase 'meant to be' plural in the title ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That’s real.... a berks eking heart...tremble of loneliness....you’ve just hit the Soul my friend....a leading pen of reflection of honesty...God bless...a 10 ++++