I tried it several times
But failed in every attempt
In return I got hurt severely
Though without apparent wounds
My heart bleeped profusely in pain
And the drink of honey turned sour
Now I am too old to give a try
With scratches every where
I and nursing my fries
May I conclude now
Love is not for me.
Very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
Some are not very fortunate like you but I am sure you must have had your share.5 Stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is always time for love. Like the bitterness of the poem though...