To every breaking heart,
there was that one person who made it whole.
it's the fact that the love broke apart,
that took emotions to it's toll.
How people can live with a broken hearts beat,
amazes me week by week.
But love is so kind,
that we get caught up.
We forget that young love,
only lasts so much.
I agree with Charlotte, I think the last stanza is elegant both in its sincerity and it's brevity. Good write, Kathryn. Keep it up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely written about a subject that has perplexing generations for centuries... There is nothing as sweet and tender as your first love.. You will love again and life goes on its way, but deep in your heart man or woman, will always be the memorie of the first love with the heart break and all...... Very nicely written.. Bonnie