Wanting to know more about love and how it appears in
our lives, is it reality or a fantasy of imagination?
When feeling what we think of as love, what is it that
we are actually feeling and thinking?
Accepting love has certain measures to be ascertained
before deciding to give in to it, what causes us to do
so?
Living in the uncertainty of love, how do we ascertain
whether or not we will like it, or continue to stay in
love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem