I don't know why I let myself think I might
When experience has proven that I shan't
All that true love is to me is mystery
Very seductive, but an allusive trance
There was a time that I believed it was real
And after some heartache I realized...no
Will this horribly painful emotion live
Grow inside me, become real, not just for show
Must it just remain a playful game to me
Something that just drifts in and out on a whim
Can it just burst forth and adhere to my soul
Intertwine, shine bright, and no longer so grim
I am strong and believe that love will choose me
We will no longer just cross paths but conjoin
Love is not an emotion but a being
Destiny is ours, no other will purloin
KIMBERLY FINE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem