Love seems to be;
Fading further away,
As each day turns to night.
Who can blame a bleeding heart;
For not keeping,
Loves flame alight.
Love has a way;
To make you soar,
Higher than the eagles.
And it also has a way;
To make you feel like you,
Were 6 feet beneath the earth.
But Love is love;
It's pureness and gentleness,
Is what gives it its grace.
It is you and I that attach to it;
Dishonesty, betrayal and hurtful acts,
All of which isn't love.
So why the fuss;
Why turn your back,
And give up on love? ? ?
Love is love;
Its pureness and gentleness,
Is what gives it its grace.
Love holds no price tag;
But its the most priceless,
Gift to have.
It is the only aspect of life;
That's adds colour,
To a world that's black and white.
It's what makes;
The little things,
Matter the most.
Forget the past and the pain,
Some are not worth fighting for,
Whilst some are worth the fight.
Its up to you and I;
To keep the flame,
Of love alight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Its up to you and I; To keep the flame, Of love alight.' - Beautiful! Loved the poem. The Poet's Notes seemingly emanate from an appropriate understanding of life.