Love and pain, they go hand in hand,
Like a rose with thorns, in a barren land.
Love brings joy, but pain lurks behind,
A reminder that happiness is hard to find.
When love blooms, it's like a sweet melody,
But pain follows, like a troubled symphony.
We search for love, hoping it will heal,
But sometimes it hurts, leaving us to deal.
The pain of love can cut like a knife,
Leaving us wounded, struggling for life.
Yet we keep on loving, despite the pain,
Knowing that love can also bring gain.
For love is worth the risks it brings,
Even if it sometimes stings.
It teaches us to be brave and strong,
To weather the storms, and carry on.
Love and pain, a bittersweet rhyme,
We'll keep on loving, one day at a time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem