Following romantic ideas is an idealic thought.
No where in life is there a stanza to keep alive love in a verse or a poem.
There's always a catch somewhere along the line.
Exceptions - there aren't really any known by anyone.
Silent opinions don't count, because they're never voiced or told out in a spectacular moment of uneventful decisions.
Covert ideation falls open and reveals the opposition of everyone wrangled and born to never love another in this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem