Black the ink spill
On the floor
Black the room
With a locked door
Black the heart
That loves no more
The endless black
Of space unexplored
White the ray
Of sunlight bright
White the full moon
Shining bright
White a sign
A dove in flight
The endless power
Of glistening light
Red the blood
That trickles down
Red the tongue
That moves around
Red the hue
Of passion bound
With white and black
It's often found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem Black the heart That loves no more What better can we say about love! ! ! !