Love is weird in this world.
It’s hope and happiness when you have it, but heart breaking when it ends.
You cling to it in hope that it will last.
Love lasts only for people that don’t expect to have it.
Love, happiness, hope, suffering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lve happiness hope and we live, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.