love is a story that lasts a lifetime
that fills a book
completes the epilogue
and begins again
with another prolouge
It will continue forever
as long as people let it in
to affect their lives
to lose control
let it change things at will
Your book my be half, empty or full
in the butterflies of prolouges
or pain of epilogoues
but your story will have begun
and some day it will end
for it is the only thing constant
because love is a story that lasts a lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem