How on earth
Was I suppose to know
That our birth
Was a friendship to blow
We did all in the bright
With light gliding our joyful nights
And our love at that time was undone
but we kept on seeing the shining sun
Lies we tried to banish
Secrets with hoped to vanish
But ours kept being strong
The love we had kept being long
But how on earth
Did we see the end
that now the length
Of our love has burnt?
The theme of love is expressed in a new light.Love burns, its length reduces.Anele, so superb this poem is! I simply loved it.10 will be less!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How on earth Was I suppose to know That our birth Was a friendship to blow a glance at the words flow is pure of joy for instance thy see below a heart not ink