What is Love?
Where does it come from?
It must come from above.
It must be the feeling I get whn you cross my mind.
It must be the reason I can't leave you behind.
I don't understand this complex feeling
Is it good or bad?
Ias it even meant to be had?
Who in this world knows
This feeling that tingles my toes?
Does Love rally last,
or is it meant to be left in the past?
Is it real?
Does it truely exist?
Who can prove this? ! ? !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love exists! Really!