Why is it so hard to find love?
Is love even real?
I look around, and I see so many in love.
The joy of a companion is like nothing else.
Sure, there's friends.
But you don't know when they'll turn against you.
When you need someone to talk to,
Who's there?
When you need someont to lean on,
Who's there?
When you need a shoulder to cry on,
Who's there?
Through night and day.
Through thick and thin.
Good times and bad.
Everyone needs somebody to love.
Some people need that person now.
Others may be that person.
You never know.
The person who can ease the pain,
Or the one who causes it,
So stop and think, which one are you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem