Love is as fleeting as the moment
It makes its introduction,
Stirring the heart, and clouding the mind
With its sweet and tender seduction
Love breathes life into the dying heart
That loneliness turned to ice,
Then after reviving it, Love flees,
And the heart must pay the traitor's price
Love is a dangerous addiction
That can bring us to our knees;
And if deprived of Love for too long,
Once again our hearts shiver and freeze
Love is a merciless tormentor
That will take us to the brink
Of misery, and even madness,
Yet, from Love's cup, we'll beg one more drink
Love that behaved as our dearest friend
Can suddenly become foe,
Conjuring up long-forgotten pain,
Delivering unbearable woe
But Love, who would not suffer for you?
We deign to play by your rules;
We choose a card, and we roll the dice,
While Love laughs, watching us play the fools
Love tormenting and fickle, sweet and sour, tickles our palate until we scream for more. Nice write Lora.
Love's like a baby freshly born It needs more fondness and care If it pouts we'd cry and mourn Bad weather may kill it or impair.
So many truths are woven into the fabric of this wonderful poem, yes love has indeed chosen the rules by which we must play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wov....amazing lines....