love does not die
it hides behind a memory
love does not die
it is twisted into pain
love defeats death
death is a framed picture
to love one far away
is love exquisitely forlorn
if love will never return
we search the night
if it leaves unannounced
we search the crowd
love is always a rose
the perfume and the thorn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem