Love to me has no reason or rhyme.
For some it ends in do time.
There is no way to explain what causes it or why
I do however know without pause that most of the time it is a lie.
The knot most people are willing to tie
just ends up breaking allowing one to fly.
So if you ask me I will agree that for most love is not to be.
But if for a minute you feel love is there then
let it take you to the skies and see how you fair.
However if you find there is not air be prepared
to fall into a Sea of Despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem