It is possible that you
From each word of love,
May derive thousand of meanings,
And then your yourself refute them.
It is possible My Dear
That its charm may make you paralyzed,
And you finding yourself
In the lonely dark cave of heart
May confess, express reality of love.
But who will guarantee?
You never write 'No' prior to 'Yes',
And you never write 'Yes' prior to 'No'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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