Love is.....
A delicate flower in your hand.
A deadly weapon used against you.
A open road.
A mistery.(you don't know where it will end.)
Wasted money on flowers and chocolates.
A question that no-one knows the true question to.
The shiver down your back.
A virus.
A gasp of air wasted saying i love you! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem