Love excites ecstasy
to the souls of lovers
yet, its sweet nectar becomes arid
and only trace of memories lingers at the end.
Love's idealism reign the heart
when romance reaches the core
but after everything is said and done
Nil remains of the love but bits of pulp.
Love is strongest while young
when heartbeats race to flow
and hot bodies indulge the show
later the magic vanishes as glow that wanes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem