love is like glass.
sometimes you can see through it, sometimes not.
it is delicate, so you have to hold on tight.
Some glass is beautiful, some are smeared.
and when you loosen your grip, it shatters before your eyes.
Hold on to it, and you will see your true love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful, Your completely right dear. You write good! (: