Love is serene, quiet, exhilarating and time consuming, yet
it can rip your heart apart and leave it lying in a heap
upon the ground.
Wanting to listen to sweet little nothings all the time,
but false love never does, because its so selfish, wanting
all the attention.
Never giving anything at all to others, because it's a
totally displaced way to love someone you claim to care
about, but don't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem