Old poem, I wanted to post this. Hopefully, it can be used as a reference to show my improvement later on.
A long time ago,
It was the virus called 'love'
In which I believed
That only you and I
Could ever dream to concieve
An epidemic,
Plaguing the angels above
And demons beneath
As the world we had shared
Shattered from under our feet
The sick, the dying,
And the dead flood our life
Lining the road
Bloodshed, who is to blame
We had broken the sacred code
Consumed by the virus,
We're losing body heat
Mutilated beyond recognition
No more will to stay alive
To die is our ambition
This is the end,
Our lives burned down
There is no turning back
But this heart beats true
As all fades to black
And in my dream, I still love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why can't you a bit more optimistic? However, good write Rgds Nooruddeen