Almost everyone talks about love,

Without knowing what it really means,

Love is a blaze which burns one,

Uncontrollable, intense, a holy vow.


Its passion glows in a woman's eyes,

Its torment makes a young man sigh,

It's a pit in which one willingly,

Falls for bliss and becomes ash-dry*.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*ASH-DRY: Reduced to ash. A poetic description of lovers' end.

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Love Is


What a wonderfull poem, compact but so accurate. Love certainly is fragile.