True love cannot be created by mortal being
but it can be destroyed by such, for it is a devine
gift from Heaven which is subject to
the falling of the human spirits
The night has a thousand eyes,
and the day but one
yet the light of the bright world dies
with the dying sun
The mind has a thousand sights
and the heart but one,
yet the light of a whole life does
when love is done
True love is born of despair and nurtured by one erises after another. Its the child of adversity who thrives on and trimbles over all earthy threats to its existence
There is only one kind of love but there are a thousand imitation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice yar..i young poet...and so deep thought....i liked it.....