I took all my love songs
and buried them with glee
there were too many songs
that never did suit me.
The early ones were blind
emotion all too tragic
words I didn't mean
when love was all but magic.
Some died with bitter pain
some died with jealous laughter
and not a one was saved
for things that came thereafter.
Old loves are but illusion
of stars and planets shining
the excitement of a kiss
two lovers inter-twining.
Let them fade from memory
else they'll haunt your soul
when you first fell in love
and then, you lost control.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful and so heartwrenchingly honest, you've really done a lovely job with pinning down such raw feelings.