What do you love?
What do you want?
What do you need?
What, what, what,
what, what?
What is what?
What are wants
and what are needs?
What is love?
Life gets more confusing
once you learn that
nothing has a straight answer.
Point of views are the answers
and what good is a point of view
if it is not a moral one?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem