The heart has its own mind
Guilt, though, has no vision
Honesty maintains missing links
Then what truly defines love?
Truth is just a tad too easy
Loneliness is but a measurement
Even a sap understands lust
Then what truly defines love?
Some days could be gloomy
Not all dreams need to be shared
If everlasting felicity actually exists
Then what truly defines love?
All choices are judged right from wrong
One's sure history is simply hidden
As continuous waves just proceed
Then what truly defines love?
If generous hearts do try
And bright eyes can see
And if bonds are strong
Then what truly defines love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, it is really impossible to define love. Very nice write. Loved it.