Love is a choice of conscious minds,
a recognition of emotion
and a longing to find,
this deeper meaning
revealed in time.
Love gives us
nothing and leaves
everything behind,
brokenhearted,
yet somehow defined.
Love equals illusion and purpose in life,
and though it's a choice of conscious minds,
it's the chains we wear
and the ties that bind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem