Love is not dead.
Never could it be.
For love holds us together
like lock and key.
We turn the key
and open the door.
Nothing is the same
as it was before.
We awaken the heart
and feel its beat.
It fills you with love,
desire and heat.
You temper it down.
But don’t succeed.
For the heart is strong
and demands its need.
Love is not dead.
It can never die.
It lives in the heart
and in the mind’s eye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How can love die. good write.