Here we stand, in the palm of nature's hand
Our love like a rock turns to a grain of sand
Piece by piece our limbs are thrown around
But eventually, everything comes crashing to the ground
The love we share is like a rose
The more we sin the more it grows
Thorns surround me, they're pressed against my spine
Four words will never last, 'what's yours is mine'
The pain I suffer, the laughter you endure
Nothing is too strong for me to find a cure
The battle I struggle is not here or there
But in your grasp, and in your care
The ultimate cure...the source of the poison. What causes agony, also gives solace. Nicely summed up. Thanks for the share.
Well, this is a deep poem in my point of view. I know there are psychological novels. I guess here I read a psychological poem. Thanks for sharing. I think I'm the first person who sees yourt poems. How nice it is. hehe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whether the potion or the vine these line fit well. Read mine – Woman’s Lot – Adeline