Making love;
Hereafter in moments of, lonely'
Love for 'mine;
Mine to love- Another dream
Unreal, is the joy that shall be imagined
Like a moth drawn to the light,
Of a beautiful flame
While the lure burns so within this feeling
Then who shall live and never feel a loving pain
If what is, is for only wishing
Then so wish without regret, and never blame
Dare to be, if not; Belong to one, the only
Sharing spirit of all within an eternity
Make believable, if just until the morning
Loving now, holding on for words of need
What is glass, like love, may shatter in a moment
So many lies are told for whom believes
Precious hope for whom the words are spoken
Is for love, a lie, one must believe
(08/22/2022)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem