Someone told me
To love
But I chose not to,
For I'll be
Just dreaming
Of age-old romance
And fancies.
I've heard of love stories
And it's quite amusing
To see them end
In such usual haste:
Broken in
Firm pieces
Never to mend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love ends in pieces, true love ends with already broken pieces being mended back together by one another :)