Love is a game we play unsure
Love is a need we never roar
Yet it is a shout
Of someone’s clout.
Love is a thing everyone dares to aim
And love is gift everyone dares to give
Love is a cure to someone else’s sore heart
Yet love is a knife, it can cut everyone’s heart.
Love is a name that conquers all
Love is game. It can make us fall
Love is fate one can be doomed
Love is a thing everyone assumed.
Love is love, it names itself
Love is love, you color it yourself.
Love is love, you may lose and have
Love is love, yet you couldn’t own it.
Love is a color that brightens one life
And it’s a pleasure everyone else dreamt of
Yet, love can be just a word
And as word itself, it fades
And leave only a mark that love existed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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