One day, as I sat,
a pain whelled up in my chest.
I thought my heart was going to bust,
with this pain that eminated from my breast.
But strangely, as I felt this pain,
I didn't want it to go away.
And for a reason I couldn't explain,
joy made its way through my soul to stay.
And suddenly it hit me,
as I sat there that day.
That love was the reason,
that I felt this pain.
As I had looked into my beloved's eyes,
the love had surely grown,
until my poor heart couldn't take it.
Thus, the pain had shown.
And as I go through the years,
I'll beg God over and over again,
to send more love to me.
For any pain I have,
Is nothing to the cause at hand.
very insightful, love can cause pain but at the same time its what makes life happy, great write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is truly genuine and wonderful..amazing write!