Love is fickle at times, yet it can bring happiness if you
are with the right person.
Sometimes though the right person doesn't come along until
too late in life.
All that time wasted with the wrong person, yet that is life,
it gives you 'ironic love' to tease you until the real thing
comes along.
Then you are unable to do anything about it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem