The stages of love
Can be likened to a musical note
That begins in pianissimo
Soft and tender-
And as it deepens into a crescendo
The intensity is so high
That it reach the peak of ecstacy
But as love reach the dinuendo
The spark gradually fades away
Leaving a lingering memory.
When love descends to the trough and meekly surrender to fate, the spark goes leaving only the memories. Your comparison of the progress of love and music is wonderful. No one has said like this.
Leaving a lingering memory, love reaches to every corner of memory. Stages of love are linked to musical note of life are amazing really. A nice poem is shared.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem...loved the endearing expression. Top score and to my favourite