Truth be told...one can never exactly tell how much it hurts to be unloved.
To be unloved by the one you love, though.
How much length would you go to reach that kind of aspiration?
That loving aspiration.
The one that has freewill, a mind of its own.
The one that may or may not choose to reciprocate your desires.
It's a mystery, I think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem