I can see it now,
your face in my mind.
I guess I can now see why,
they say love is blind.
Bombarded by thoughts:
Love is an idea.
Just an imitation,
as onomatopoeia.
You don't know it,
till you've 'loved' and lost.
Then you may be trapped.
Your happiness may be the cost.
For loving as freely as you did,
You didn't see it in the beginning,
that love was just a dream,
It just wanted to make your mind start spinning.
Quickly you were confused,
you couldn't see the true light.
Now you're stuck with him,
and every moment is a fight.
You see the face of truth,
it's beauty is taunting you.
But you are trapped in this,
there is nothing you can do.
One day the illusion will be shattered,
Love was an idea, this you will see.
In the face of a stranger on the street,
don't let this moment pass by, without thinking of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem