You pull apart the stones from the sand
Feel it through the stiffness of your skin
And as the softness subtly drifts through the gaps
Empty, again you fill up your hand
It comes and goes
Love is repetitive
If it dies, in another verse it will grow
If he is the one
Then fate shall be done
If unsure but hopeful
Perhaps a heart will crack a little
And that little can be fickle
So if in doubt
Stand and hold back
To fate say hello
If it dies, in another verse it will grow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We tend to fall in love and out of love, just at the blink of an eye Passion is never far far away and can once lift us up ad then pull us down. It really tends to come back and that is how I interpret your poem. I think the poem contains a deep wisdom. Very well done, Sara