( / Germany)

Love

No one knows what it truly is
No man alive can tell you so

It’s like a malady, incurable
It’s like hell, so cruel
There will always be some people,
Who fall in love, get disappointed
But love is not the cause,
The people are the reason,
‘Cause they are dreamers

But love again, is great,
It’s like heaven, wonderful
It’s like the sky, endless
There will always be some couples,
Who fall in love, find affirmation
You see, love is the cause,
The people are the tools,
‘Cause they are will-less

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cute lovely poem. i loved your poem.