when the flame of love lights up your life,
dreams become facts and our hearts burst
into bloom like a sun flower on a sunny day,
entwined together like little daisies
our souls dance to rhythms unfathomed
but when the flame of love dims
things seem subtly out of focus,
and things once unsaid
are heard from the lips that kissed
in bliss swearing at heaven’s door
our love is for better for worse
and finally when the flame of love dies
the light of love goes out on many things,
there life becomes a tragedy
and not the adventure that marked the entrance
the pain is a flame that will never go out
even if the Fire Service keeps vigil all nights
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem...and very true too...nalini