light and dark
night and day
love and lust do play
chasing the angel, this demon of sorts
to be trapped in a cage of light
with hair long and dark
skin once so white
a demon, an angel of sorts
though you cannot tell
this chase they do dwell
an eternity or so they go on
it is not for hate that quikens their pace
but a love lost long ago
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is never lost people just stop looking