When I saw love,
I did not know.
Love was there
to be taken slow.
I didn’t feel love,
when it first appeared.
All I felt was
the empty air.
Then one day,
it happened,
and arrow struck
from heaven.
The arrow
pierced my heart,
But the coldness
had never depart.
I wouldn’t fall in love,
but it was far too deep.
It wasn’t ignorable,
so soon, it got into my sleep:
Horrible nightmares,
Peaceful dreams,
the love was like
an aurora beam.
Then one night,
I looked at the moon and stars,
then thought of my future,
that shouldn’t be far.
Is that boy,
the one I seek,
and the one
for me?
Supposed to be happy
for finding love,
But why am I chosen
to be struck from above?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem