Burning love is always an ocean
You know neither the depth nor the end.
It takes you to the nowhere land,
And lands you in places unknown.
It's like a burning candle – burns you out
Even as it burns itself out.
It's a ride you enjoy while it lasts.
It's the moment that counts,
But be ready for the déjà vu.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem