Love is such a fickle child
She knows its all in the mind
Yet she changes her hues and cries
One day she gives up
The next day she tries
Love is such a fickle child
The smallest rebuke
Hurts her within
She doesn't mind the original sin
Love is such a fickle thing
She wanders around in plain lust
Seeks to sever every form of trust
One day I hope she can see
Love can a thing of beauty be
A life replete with serenity
But until then we can sing
Love is such a fickle thing
Draw us close and then unhinge
Love has the strangest ways
She is kind on most days
But she is known to gather rust
Her favourite game is break the trust
Love can be such a fickle thing
Yet colossal joy it brings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem