I know a girl
of a rare kind
one who still believes
in the fairy tales
of true love and soul mates
In search of love she wanders
handing out a piece of her
to everyone she believed in
all she wanted was to be loved
to find the one whom she could call
her soul mate
But I fear for that beautiful soul
untainted by the world's cruelty
every time she dared love
she got hurt for believing
I fear for when the day might come
when that last light of hope
would be extinguished
living the world in darkness
I would rather die
than to see that day
When she gives up
on her search for love
A sad story of love written with clarity of thought and mind. Very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing, Pratit.
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I would like to translate this poem
handing out a piece of her to everyone she believed in all she wanted was to be loved to find the one whom she could call her soul mate.....Love is a mystery, if you really find a true love, then u are the lukiest of persons. tony