Always wanting to know what love is, how does it happen, why do we
choose the ones we love, is there a definite reason why we do fall
in love.
How do we know we're making the right choice, for so many people
get married and realize too late that they've made a mistake, end-
ing up living a life of despair and abuse.
How does one avoid the pitfalls of lust, desire and passion, is
there a way to protect oneself from the hazards of perverts or
evil people.
Wanting to know what love is, yet knowing that it can never be
known in this earthly life because we're all human beings doomed
to failure, lost hopes and dreams.
Somehow we survive, yet we are battered, bruised and left without
the love we've always wanted and dreamt of growing up, apparently
there is no real answer of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem