Love is painful, an emotion immeasurable,
It inflicts tortures deepest to the core,
Yet a heart as delicate as a petal,
Can do nothing, just cherish, wish, and hope,
And carry on loving more and more...
Why does the blood seep in so deep within?
It is love, because of which it is crying,
It bleeds so hurtful again and again,
Its soaking, it never seems to be drying...
Love touches everyone, creates more passion,
Only this heart so soft and tender,
A part of life that is gods own creation,
Sheds tears, a worthless pretender...
Why me, the lord chose to be born,
Didn't he know this heart is forgiving?
Still taken for granted, used and thrown,
It is love that's given them all the right,
A passion of time, a passion for surviving,
Yet no trace of a future strong and bright...
This heart that is already shattered to pieces,
Will keep on living in a dream so sweet,
In hopes that time, as slow, just ceases,
And lives the dreams of unfulfilled realities…
Through concealed, painful, misted tears,
The world outside is cruel and mean,
Yet the heart does cry, sings along with fear,
But under the skin, pray it remains serene...
nice rhyme, sense of pain crafted like a sculptor.wish you all the best..
After reading it, ma'm there are paradoxical feelings inside me. One of admiring a great poem and other of being sentimental to feel the message it conveyed.HATS OFF TO You!
Why me, the lord chose to be born, Didn't he know this heart is forgiving? truly feminine-explains the femme fatale.. Good display of women`s parameters.
Nice one... if love has any significance it is god sent chance one must bow down and make the wishes known those people are fortunate who can get such proposals from the friendly people Dr. Hasmukh Mehta D.Litt, Folt
Love is painful, an emotion immeasurable, It inflicts tortures deepest to the core, Yet a heart as delicate as a petal, Can do nothing, just cherish, wish, and hope, And carry on loving more and more.. these expressions are so true. a meditation on love and born out of experiences. thank you for this wonderful poem. tony
TRUE LOVE IS SOMETIMES LOVE BRINGS PAIN BUT ANYWAY LOVE IS SOMETHING WE ALL AIM I AM ENLIGHTENED BY YOUR POEM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A real artist with words. Very nicely, throughout the poem, you manage to weave, through fantastic images and poetry, the paradox of the softness of love and the sharpness of pain. With such a heart full of music, you can expect that God has a glorious plan for you.