and it is about love,
first, then followed by
the second, separation,
then followed by,
another love, love,
then love,
then suspense,
about, what ifs,
what if it is not
really love? what if
there is no tomorrow
about love?
what if, this is just a
game of
chess, or candy crush,
or
what if, at the end,
it will only be you and
no one else,
because you are nothing
now but a wrinkle on the
forehead, a white hair,
an inaudible word,
a cliche that no one
uses anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem