Where does love go?
Does it leave the soul and the mind?
Oh, tell me where my parents keep it!
How can you make it last for all time?
Does each and every love has an expiry date?
Do we lose touch of what we want,
the second we touch what we have wanted?
I swore I loved you,
with fibres and atoms colliding,
I denied my own minds plea,
to fall into an abyss with you.
I swear, I swear I love you,
but you were more beautiful yesterday.
reminded me of the song by the beatles named yesterday..good one.. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the metaphors you use here. Beautiful poem, but maybe a different title might fit the poem as a whole better?