Love is a touching gift of youth
Love is the blindness of reason
Love is a journey of emotions
Love is the catapult of season
But…
Love that defies maturity
Love that holds no message
Love that has no motives
Love that spells no magic
Is it love at all?
Let the tears write the saga
Let the invisible croon rise
Bit by bit into thin air
till the wilful love dies.
What a great and intricate work we have here, so many examples of willful loves that might still be there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is immortal that never dies.