Searching for true love throughout the centuries,
people sing lyrics, write poems, paint beautiful
landscapes and portraits, depicting what they
think love might be.
A very few will ever find the truth of love in
their lives, those few are the luckiest people
in the world while both partners are living.
Yet when one of them dies, then a purgatory of
sorts holds them prisoner for the remainder of
their lives, total and complete loneliness left
to fill the void in their lonely hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem