If you choose to fall in love,
Be prepared to bleed
Tolerate the pain
for it is divine to love
Time blunts the thorns
Out of dwindling scars
come beauty and wisdom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wisdom comes to those that accept their role in the clumsiness of attempting to walk before learning to stand. Some become cynical others repeat mistakes again and again. While others do become wise and if lucky they make get a second shot. True love is impossible for the young. The price paid are the scars and wisdom for what it is worth, is gained to be done with as one sees fit.....thank you for the poem Poetess.