Likely promises of fickle hearts of love have no meaning or
definition of what it means to love another for they are
self-centered and selfish through and through.
Wanting love for themselves, but never learning how to love
another with their entire beings, instead, going from one
person to another, having sex and nothing more.
Leaving heartache, pain, despair and desperation in the
future destinies of those who thought they actually cared,
spending their feelings and emotions on someone who would
never care if they lived or died as long as they were loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem