You cannot buy love
love is not for sale;
when love fails and dies
it does not leave a trail.
For love is of the heart
unseen, unheard, unknown;
cocooned within the soul
where all love is sown.
Aha! One day it strikes
when a glance gets a return;
and as a fire, sparking
ignited, it will burn.
You must keep the embers going
or the flame will soon go out;
leave you puzzled and confused
what in hell was that about?
You cannot buy love
you give it out of choice;
for if by chance, you don't
then you have lost your voice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem