The heart is spacious, nice to new hearts.it doesnt love rather it arrests other hearts.
The heart hurts
many get into the trap thinking they have fallen in love but are loked in a valve
It always thinks of victory how many hearts it has won.breaking bonded hearts
Never play wth the heart of a playboy.when in the game you will score no goals but sorrows, you wll have a rest when the heart dies.
When it finds its loving heart, it surely in its own hut not untill then the heart would be a disturbing heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem