Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the wonderful pain love can bring to understand what love is.
But when you have shared endless happy memories, have shared laughs and tears, have shared each others worst fears, darkest secrets, most desired hopes and dreams, then you will understand what love is.
Love Is Pain, Love Is Everything.
Love Is Pleasant, Love Is Evil.
Love Is Paranoid, Love Is Exciting.
Love Is like a Phoenix it lives, it dies, it is reborn a new.
Love Is...Endless amounts of emotions that never fade out, but remain vivid and strong even when that love has already burnt out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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