Practice doesn't necessarily pan out in this particular example
Long nights, short fuses, money worries documented in piles in the dining room
Pick at love like small parasites on the back of some great beast
Where we act out love's pantomime, there is room for degrees
For days you are just not into this and days your heart bursts with just a word from that person
And that is how it goes
It won't break so quickly, so simply, like all that is worthwhile, work can be applied to solve a problem
And he or she is not the problem
And love is not a problem like moods or weather are not the problem
Inside you is will and patience
And they fight it out in the court of masked and mysterious love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem