Love is so darn beautiful and sad;
You'd think something like that
Would make us glad?
But our nerves sit drying in the sun,
Just waiting, waiting- for that special one.
We'd not mind waiting, if they took a clue,
That except for them,
We don't find much to do.
Sadder still, is that we never learn-
Watching pots boil too soon, we get burned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loves carry so many hurts along the way........ But love is all that there is Put in another way brought to our attention recently.... Anything outside of Love is an illusion......... (Love/God) ...........