Love is friendly fire
until you get burned
So much love given
but much of no love returned
When like the weeping willow
tears start to fall
and unhappiness surrounds you
like a prison wall
Then you come to the conclusion
that love might
just be an illusion!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But the heart has an immeasurable capacity to renew itself. There is no limit to how much love we have to give! So, go and love again- - with someone new- - someone worthy of your love. Yeah, betrayal is tough. But don't let it define you. Take some time to mend; then start anew, with someone new!