A heart should never be broken,
it is like a precious token.
If the token is lost, it is a bond,
forever broken, all to real,
just trash left to steal.
Real love is a bond,
not left to be broken,
not a heart left to steal,
not one to be broken.
This poem will be left undeniably, unresolved,
unless you are the puzzle of the
piece left to be solved.
real bond of real love is not broken. Only a trash out of real bond is left for others to steal. When love is not real, the heart jumps from one flower to the next. In all its attempts, it can't win. So it breaks many a time. Your maiden poem wins the laurels.
The poem resolves the riddle that heart is broken? For some whose mind jump often from flower to flower, the heart breaks several times. Till now, we have been nodding our heads when they bemoan that their hearts are broken.Only in real love, real bond is made. If love is a game, then breaks the heart often. No body always wins games. You have also rightly said, if a real bond is made, only a trash may be left for others to steal.When a trash is stolen, no chance for heart broken. Fantastic! I browse the poems of different poets to see wonderful poems like this.
A great poem, like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, An Angel Cries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If love is false, often changing, the hearts breaks many times as the Internet fails when I type the comments. Third time I am typing the comments. Wonderful poem! Hats off. Top scores!