like a mother bee
which produces sweet honey
beautiful flowers posses
the sweetest nectar
if your love is a commodity
then i am neither
the buyer nor the seller
for love is precious than silver
you make me comfortable
Others made me inferior
But you made me capable
Sometimes it sad
I ignored you
It makes me feel bad
Why did i act a fool
For your love is true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love hurts and cuts but it really is the only cure for the hurt it caused. Good write.