Love is Death,
for it crushes your soul.
By the time you find love,
you'll be grey and old.
Love will bring to the ground,
Love will kill you,
It will make you drown
Love is death,
for it tortures your mind,
it makes you feel you can never be kind.
Before you know it,
you cant even show it.
It makes you depressed,
sitting alone,
in that pretty red dress.
Your daunted at love,
your haunted for life.
Love is death,
for it crushes your soul.
Before you find love,
you'll be grey and old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A misconception. You may like to read my poem (Love and Lust) . Thanks