Love each other. They're getting married.
They have children and they are growing.
They have viewing turbulent youth,
and half their love
It is transferred to the children.
The other half flashes for their survival
but they do not talk about it.
Their grandchildren are born.
They are happy and pretend
that this is another kind of love,
and, in fact, the other half
of their love has gone
to beloved grandchildren.
They become strangers of love.
The children had to have ones
to go for their lives
with beloved grandchildren.
It only needed more proper to share their love.
A great poet of my heart,
at the initials of T.B., said:
"The Love is not a word
from the origin of the word a Marriage.
The Love came from the word a Lover."
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Ljubav je Ljubavnik
Vole se. vjenčaju se.
Imaju djecu i ona rastu.
Gledaju burnu mladost
i polovina njihove ljubavi
se prenese na djecu.
Druga polovina strepi
za svojim opstankom
ali oni o tome ne pričaju.
Rode im se unuci.
Sretni su i pretvaruju se
da je to druga vrsta ljubavi,
a, ustvari, druga polovina
njihove ljubavi je otišla
na voljene unuke.
Postanu stranci ljubavi.
Djeca su morala jednom
da odu za svojim životom
s njima i voljeni unuci.
Trebalo je samo pravilnije
da podijele svoju ljubav.
Velika pjesnikinja moga srca,
na inicijalima T.B., je rekla:
"Iz riječi Brak nije nastala riječ Ljubav.
Ljubav je nastala iz riječi Ljubavnik."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a word comes from lover's heart! /// beautifully written