Just as a moth is drawn
unto the flickering light of a candle
sometimes hearts get scorned by love
which leaves their emotions stranded.
As stranded as this moth
with it's wings singed by flame
when a heart gets burned by love
it drops to the floor the same.
Some will rise to love again
their burning desire unquenched
this timeless need of anothers love
is felt deep within.
each time that they fall
they know they should fast
the burning hunger for a love
a love that will last.
love is the key to open hearts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It does not matter how many times the heart has been broken, it will always have the desire to love again. Good poem Sir.........