why are so many hearts broken?
if love is a token,
a promise not to be broken?
love welcomes with arms so wide open,
no matter how close it widen,
uneasy lies he that wear the crown,
real love is real not clown,
a joy to crown
not to frown
nor ramp with mr brown.
why are so many pains unspoken
and so many hearts get broken?
...so,
why wont bring
a balance to the equation
but simaltenously,
correlatively
sequential responses
that which love is inferred.
-
ntema's unique poetry (nup)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem