A wise one will find that confusion
Forces the mind to find new ways.
Some you never thought to have strolled.
So, when you're having one of those days,
Learn to accept things that can't be controlled.
One of those things you will find to be love.
For It can't be controlled, neither can it be steered,
Be it love between friends or to a God up above.
But where ever it is, it is not to be feared.
For love is a sort of confusion,
Forces the heart to find its own ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem