Have you ever notice when you feel like you in love you get this feeling in your heart, that's not so much as a sting, but softly touch against your heart, something you consider a good feeling.
Until that person really hurts you, you'll get that sting. The only thing that added in was the pain. Everything remains the sames except that stings come in at the right time and at the right moment. So really it depends on how you use love and what you use it for, so really.....love is a weapon of pain. How many times have you use you love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem