The heart is delicate
And can only take so much.
It can burst into flames
At just a single touch.
Pain is the key
To the death of a heart.
You can try to revive it,
But its just quite impossible.
Because pain lasts forever,
and lingers inside
Burning the soul,
Branding its pride,
And tearing away
Every joy inside.
the heart should be
a place of love.
Instead
Its just
Pumping blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was nice. It really explains a lot about the really essence of 'the heart'. I really enjoyed it. Nice work. Keep it up. ;)