True love is an old lie
Long passed down and is yet to die
Told round fires to children of a young age
So they may hunger for marriage.
True love is an old lie for it talks
Of finding needles in haystacks
Of flames that do not scald
And of vultures that are not bald.
True love is an old lie
Realise this so it may die
Vivid description of someone who has truly been hurt before. I am blow away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like your poem. Sorry for your disappointment and pain. We all feel it. My consolation is that I can create True Love within myself for others. Other's can still want more and be disappointed but that is their problem. Perhaps they are lucky I can't give them what they think they want. Keep writing! The rhythm of this poem could be improved and would make it even stronger. True love is an old old lie, Long passed down and yet to die...