It was to be seen
But must be unseen
Some demad reason to learn
But reason doesn't prove
It is called sweet
But oh! so bitter
It is a treat
Surely of many woes
It is so beautiful
But one really thinks
He shouldn't steal bountiful
So he but steals
Raising above everything
Decreasing below raising
It is something
What is love
NOTE: This is a nothingistic poem. Nothingism is a neew style of writing poetry I invented to show the meaning of something while suggesting it is nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem