What is this you talk about
This love that you talk
Or can you even explain it
What are these words that so many talk
The words come
But then so does the storm
They tent to be cold
More then they are warm
So please can you explain
The purpose of these words
What do they stand for
And why do they cut like surds
How can just three little words
Make a heart feel like it could fly?
When more then half the time
The heart knows it’ll turn out to be a lie
They seem so easy to say
But yet to hard to back up
So many stray
Once the truth has given up
So many put so much hope into these words
That some may even become blind to the truth
And by the time they see, it’s too late
The words have already become their truth
Some are lucky I suppose
For there is truth is the words spoken
Every now and then
But still what is the purpose for the words spoken?
There’s so much left unknown
Like the purpose of life it self
We all know our life will be took
And some to do it their self
Some even use “love” as their excuse
Saying the pain is too much to bare
No more can they stand
That life is unfair
How does life and love compare?
I’ve never understood
How just a little phase
Could take a place of where we’ve stood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem