Love does'nt make the world go round
but make the ride worth while, they said.
For before you reach the top you have to bleed,
and sometimes 'goodbyes' should be bid.
that's the catastrophe you have to face,
to reach the peaceful place.
Where you and your love can be happy forever,
and celebrate the bliss of love like there's no tommorow.
but most of the time opposite happens,
one moment you are happy...
then in a blink eveything is gone.
that's the way love cycles.
Pain and happiness are all products of love
some people hated life for they are afraid;
afraid to feel the pain; afraid to be left alone.
but one thing's for sure: love is made not to bring pleasure
but for us to treasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem