) Love is not honourable. Love is neither fair nor just. Love, without our consent, puts us in such a beautiful state... Our hearts slowly turn to glass. And when it sees fit, it will snatch that one thing that put you in such a beautiful state and shatter it into a thousand pieces until the pieces are unrecoverable. This is not virtuous nor is it fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem