Love so beautiful,
It can be deceitful.
Pure love is fictional,
For, nothing in this world is rational.
Bare-minimum is now high,
For everybody knows to lie.
We try to find the dove,
Which flies away from us, to a place filled with love.
We try to cage love in our hand,
But it slips past the fingers like the falling sand.
As time ticks on,
Everyone with a broken heart is forced to move on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem