Love...she is confusing as we know,
She may be sweet, but can be painful,
Especially in letting her go.
But still, why is she so powerful?
We can let go, but she can come back.
Time and Fate usually have reason
To show that lovers would return back
To the way they were, like spring season
Yet sometimes, they couldn't see firmly
Since Fear and Doubt would tend to blind them.
If I may use one more simile,
It's like petals were plucked from their stem.
Love...is she really that mysterious
That lovers neglect? They're oblivious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem