Who needs a heart,
When a heart can be broken.
Who needs a love,
When only goodbyes are spoken.
Love is a sharp and blunt tool,
Love can be so true yet cruel.
But time is always true,
Time will guide you through.
Cruel Love is,
Not for the meek.
True Love is,
For all to seek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem