Life with love and tragedy, they each flow
In the inner sanctums that all men know
Each lead to another, and another
Paths lead to one then, soon, to the other
God, at times, weeps above… We weep below
As each tragedy lines up in a row
Loss uniting each sister and brother
Wetting eyes of each father and mother
Oh, had I only known this long ago
When love piled high like fresh-fallen snow
I might not have so drawn to another
And, under that same love, gasp and smother
But, were I to have to choose once again
In earnest I’d choose love, despite the pain
((September 11th,2015))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Outstanding Sonnet.............I liked it, to quote the lines I liked the most: But, were I to have to choose once again In earnest I’d choose love, despite the pain......... I invite you to read my poems, Thanks in advance.