Two Wrongs cannot come together to make a right.
It creates The Soulless Desperation
One, maybe two lovers entertaining late into the night.
Chaos come easily from hearts separation
Anxieties trestled by the train of everyday life
Darkness grows before our unaware eyes
Obstacles fiercely sprung emotionally cut with knife
Lacerated incapacitated we’re separated lives
Wondering alone the wasteland’s frontier
Along comes the gift of surviving relationships last gasp.
What never occurred to me became so clear
My love is a love that holds love’s iron clasp.
Mind is firmly rooted to Ones heart and more
Preserves the honor of the self I adore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem