Love.
It’s a mystery.
We knows its wonderful.
But we don’t know what it is.
It causes us pain and joy.
But really what is it?
Nobody knows.
We say I love you.
Not knowing the meaning.
Thinking we can handle it.
Can you handle it?
A broken heart.
Crying yourself to sleep.
Just for saying three words.
I love you.
Tricking yourself into it.
Is it really worth it?
Giving everything up.
For a thing you’ve only heard of.
You’ve never felt it.
You think you have.
But you’ve only fallen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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