is love really all its made up to be? is it what keeps our heart beating? our mind open? our thoughts complete? Or is is some endeared and elaborate form of friendship? Friends share everything, and are bonded in a way only friends know about. That's love, love comes in many shapes and forms. If someone says 'i love you', it means they care about you. If someone says 'i am IN love with you', well, now that's a whole other story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem