True love is died.
Desire love is born.
The dark came,
Because light is gone.
Yesterday I understood.
Today I don't understand.
I wish if can be possible,
To rebuild meaning of love.
I love you, is a words.
Blind can't show me a way.
Today love is a weather.
Yesterday love brought happiness and peace.
Today love is suffer, tears, sorrow and death.
Yesterday love was blind.
Today love has eye's.
Today love is died.
Tomorrow love will be history.
Poem by ndidzulafhi patric munyai.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insight piece on love written with clarity of thought and mind. Highly relatable, focused and factual. Thanks for sharing Patric.