If love is something that is given freely,
then why is it costing so much to maintain?
If love is supposed to come with no strings,
then why am I tangled in such a web?
If love gives breath to patience,
then why is mine dying?
If loving others is so fulfilling,
then why do I feel so empty and alone?
If loving someone means setting them free,
then I will continue to love you
(2000)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem