Treasure Island

Dimitri Jagodinski


To Have Lived Life Is To Have Loved


To have lived life is to have loved
If you have truly loved
You have lived life
We say as we get older we have lived life
I say life is love
And if you have never loved someone
Truly loved someone
You have never lived life

Submitted: Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013

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  • Nader Baheri (10/7/2013 11:13:00 AM)

    nice poem.during life, we tried to find out what life is, as soon as we get older we finally find it out but we find that we havent lived our lives yet~nb (Report) Reply

  • marvin brato (10/7/2013 4:20:00 AM)

    So true, for me...I have truly loved.. so I have lived life to the fullest! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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