In the silence that follows after you've left,
I search once again for the words left behind.
Stealing a heart must also be called theft,
if it's love that blows your mind.
Maybe you didn't mean to give, but I took,
perhaps to my own detriment, but what the hell.
Now I'm crying alone in my lonesome nook -
but if you'd call, I'm sure all will be well.
Fools in love carry the scars on their heart,
bleeding love untill the last drops fall.
I thought I knew it all, and was smart -
in this silence I can hear heartache call.
A fool in love can be called a hero -
falling from the top, down to zero...
We are all fools when it comes to love, no? 'Stealing a heart must also be called theft' Immaculate lines. Truly a Phenomenal poem.
Your outspoken words in the poem are echoing in my ears and heart. Your poetic syle like Kamala Das (Classical poetess) . I like to read these line again and again... 'A fool in love can be called a hero - falling from the top, down to zero...' Heart aches when we miss our life. I can see your broken heart. Don't worry, Life is big garden to walk. sometime people may rock your heart...... An amazing and heartrending poem by Jacqui.... Kudos! 10+++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lover is a fool in love, and a fool in love is a lover indeed. Love corrupts logic, but feeds creativity. Lovely write.