The beauty of love, in its pure form.
Due to mankind has been strewn and torn.
We have tortured love, all of its feeling.
Over used, for all the wrong reasons.
To entice the underage girl, for personal pleasure.
Giving cheap flings, a somewhat worthy measure.
Aphrodite the Goddess of love, chained like a slave.
For a selfish humanity, the things we all crave.
I fear todays generation has given love a new definition,
Worthless and a victim to Extinction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You've got a knack for rhyming. I'm terrible at it myself. I like how you've done it though, your scheme is unforced, which is amazing, it's not often you'll see that. On the subject of love's extinction, well, you have a point, but at the same time, I have some form of faith in humanity. Even though I don't often admit it, even aloud.