Silence reigns in the quiet town,
No soul cares if you're up or down.
With worries weighing every breath,
Love feels too far, as near as death.
Romeo never walked this land,
Layla and Majnun—legends so grand.
True lovers never meet their graves,
Distance in love—just tales for the naive.
So go ahead, wear that smile proud,
Pin your love to your chest, say it loud.
As for me—I've lost my trace,
While you still glow with self-embrace.
Let me repeat what I want to say:
Love's no game, no trick to play.
We'll speak of this another time—
My fake date's not done with its climb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem