Though seem fiery,
inhuman would be,
a man without envy.
An emotion that tells,
us from the animals.
Love is innocent.
Though sometime lost,
and at times strained,
flow along and fear not,
continuous, pure, un bargained.
Fear is the prime emotion,
created by imagination.
It douses the passion to dust,
and inflames
the scars of mistrust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome! Three types of emotions so cleverly captured by your pen. Last stanza is brilliant. Fear waters down faith and disgards hope, it is the prime emotion! Well done.; D