in love again, what good am i,
if i can't see for the stars in my eyes
already, i'm becoming metamorphic
using two lines to say one!
being that love is blind
and to me unkind
not having to say i'm sorry
another square bit
i've never had to wonder
if i should stand or sit!
what a mess; i love to be with her
but have to leave to relieve the stress
remember this, dont forget that!
she might leave me flat
so, why do istill fall in love
why do i endure the hurt
must be i need to hurt
to know i'm still above the dirt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rose- WestLife Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed Some say love it is a hunger an endless aching need I say love it is a flower and you it's only seed It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose Hey I know how it hurrts...but try to love the cruel and tha most devilish beast and u lll feel like u r living in heavan..see you soon...it s true sir..tho we sang words of love..some only wory abt male organs...good masts and spines are made with love....see you soon sir..10++