Love.
Precious but painful.
It calls to me like the morning sun.
Its warmth and light embrace me.
Causes me joy and pain.
For in love there is life and joy, but also sorrow and pain.
How sweet yet cruel is love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Jacob R. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks