Love, love, love
oh what a strange word to say
odd how it could all quickly go astray
weird how you can think yourself into it so many times
or how you can't describe it no matter how many rhymes
you inject into your poems, it still doesn't suffice
because when you find love, you love them for life
and we can't explain life in such short phrase
you can't even fully explain it within a hundred days
you don't know how you fall into it this strange word we say
it just happens when you wake up one day
and the day is brighter, and a smile etched onto your face
and you smell the wind and its sweet taste
because this strange word, it's in the air, it's in the soil, in the seas
yet we can't describe it, no matter how we please
the mystery beneath the description of this word is unknown
because love isn't described, it's shown
it's enjoyed, and felt through X's and O's
and those little dainty kisses atop of your nose
but do not worry if love hasn't found your way
do not rush the wait because it will come one day
however I must warn you, to not be fooled
because there are cases where love can be cruel
it may not always be the best of ways
there will be times where you stumble and fall
there will even be times where you'll want to crawl
back to this love that toyed with your heart
but listen to me and do not fall apart
do not shatter, do not break
even when your body aches
love is kind and love will stay
it will come to you one day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem