It is so strange to read about love… <br />A lot of words, one better other one… <br />But saying words is not for love enough, <br />It lives in our hearts and is the sun. <br />It can be sweet and real when we feel <br />Like one hand take another in the dark. <br />It can be awful when it makes us ill, <br />We are unhappy crying in the park. <br />It can be holly when we look at God, <br />In our prayers thank for everything. <br />It can be sleepy, shy and noisy, but <br />It goes away when we of tears think… <br />It can leave us when we believe in tears, <br />We shut our mind from other lonely heart, <br />We live alone and stay under the fears, <br />Just sit and wait for day another start… <br />But if we love we should not be afraid <br />Of being close to happiness in us, <br />Because by Angels everything were made <br />To make us troubles with the trusty pass… <br />It is so strange to read about love, <br />Because the feelings cannot be described. <br />And saying words is not for love enough… <br />Without love we live but we are died.<br /><br />Ekaterina Polischuk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/about-love-13/
