Hiding from the pain...Escaping the hurt in so many places,
It's not always easy to understand.
Please..don't go there,
Take my hand..Let my Love be enough.
But is Love ever enough to battle the pain
I never thought i could experience Hate,
But i Hate them for the hurt that they have caused you.
But as thoughts of you fill me,
The Hate is gone..and only my Love remains.
Take my hand..My Love is enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true testament of unconditional love...a love we all long for...you're a true romantic Michael...in everything you write. This 'Love' may have broken your heart...but she gave you an inspired newfound gift...of writing. I like your intensity, and poets like us thrive on that!