Tears that pain
Are not those from the eyes
But those from the heart
Pain that kills
Are not those inflicted on the skin
But on the heart
Regrets that last
Are not those without remedies
But those we knew we could have prevented
Hate that kills
Is one bore from love
For someone we valued
Of the utmost, keep your heart
They direct your part
Know the lover that beholds your heart
For it is the mystery that keeps you alive.
pain that kills are not those inflicted on the skin but n the heart so true a very good poem
mystery keep us alive, I like it. good poem. go on. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good write the pain inflicted is on the heart