Who can decide what's wrong or what's right?
We all fall prey to passion and romance and take that
chance.
Passion is not a complicated feeling.
Desire is a spark that starts this fling.
Why do we confuse love and lust with relationships?
Lust for another is not a complicated affair.
Does a friend with benefits really care?
Are relationships without love fair?
Your heart belongs to only one who matters.
Maybe we need to separate this equation.
Making love without love becomes an affair.
To some flings only bring despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem