Love is one of the most contradicting things we can imagine,
It is both the disease and the antidote
to the most painful and unforgiving things;
yet it also serves as a merciless happiness to the soul, body, and mind.
We cannot live with it nor can it be lacking completely.
I do not understand the demand for love, and the rejection of pain,
Because love is pain;
Pain is love.
And that is the most simple way a person can live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem