love, whether its a fleeting moment,
or a raging inferno,
it will control your life,
as if it was the only thing that matters.
you will think of nothing but it,
day in, and day out.
as this powerful emotion,
controls your life.
and when it is gone,
it leaves your soul, and heart, empty,
and crushed.
you may mask the pain,
but the scares will remain,
and you will never,
truly,
be back to normal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Omigawsh this is the story of my life, but I have not and will not let my love leave my soul, leave me empty, have me crushed. Sometimes scars are good, to remind us of our past adventures, wonders, joys, and mistakes. And I will never return. Truly.