Love plays games with the heart and brain.
Love is another word for what you feel inside when you see that person.
Love can be so easily be mistaken for lust.
Lust is just a feeling people get, no matter who they are.
Lust is sometimes a curse of being human.
Lust is a baby pink colour,
Love is that brilliant, hot pink colour,
Love has never been a red colour.
Love is a word that has to be heart felt.
Love is a curse when it is only one sided.
Love is another way to hurt someone else.
But most of the time Love is a gift;
Given to few.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many good thoughts here. It will come if you let it. Adeline