Love is like fire
If your not careful
It burns
Love is what we all desire
And when it's gone
It hurts
When we want love the most
It seems too far out of reach
When love finds it's host
We enjoy the disease
Love gets me higher
And I fall when it leaves
Love burns on the pyre
And grows like the trees
I remember love
But love forgets me
And when I forget love
Well, it's still the same thing
I love metaphors and you totally nailed it on, 'when love finds its host, we enjoy the disease' as sad as some part of it might sound, overall, its entertaining. I found some of it hilarious. well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a very beautiful write indeed