Someone says
Love is an angel from Cupid,
Always bring happy life
To human being indeed.
Someone says
Love is a monster.
Play fast and loose,
Build varied traps for lover.
Someone says
Love is a cheat.
Red rose with false smile at first,
Bitter wine and unending torture later.
Someone says
Love is dangerous fire.
You burn all lovers,
At last there is only a few survivors.
Someone says
Love is made of odd water.
Anytime
You can transpire and disappear.
I guess with the sixth sense,
Love is a mystery.
I don't know you truly,
Maybe I married too hurry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem