is love real or is it a trick?
do people love or dream of love they know they will never have?
should love be a goal or a dream they fear to have because you know that when you wake up the dream is over and the feeling you felt were unjust.
is love a good thing or just a temporary indulgent.
like chocolate, sweet but in the end you know that sweet things are bad for you and you can't have them. you can only wish something as good will find you and save you from your pain.
or a rose whose beauty only masks the thorn's under neath its blossom,
just waiting for an unsuspecting hand to be fooled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem