I love that word love
But what does it feel like
Does it feel good or does it hurt
Do you cry?
Or
Do you be happy every minute of your life?
Does she or he ever leave your mind?
What kind of feeling is this?
Because I have met love and we hate each other
Never and forever would we always be
A bitter heart that’s what she calls me
Keeping every guy far away from my love
Which I keep in deepest part of my mind
In a small pocket called love
On that street called love
Then that’s when we shall always and forever be
Maybe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice...poem about love. Well ! It is different for different peoples. Love shows many faces. Its not always the same.