Love is painful, an emotion immeasurable,
It inflicts tortures deepest to the core,
Yet a heart as delicate as a petal,
Can do nothing, just cherish, wish, and hope,
And carry on loving more and more...
Why does the blood seep in so deep within?
It is love, because of which it is crying,
It bleeds so hurtful again and again,
Its soaking, it never seems to be drying...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem