Love was never meant to quench loneliness
Although when in love we are lonely less
Love teaches more to depend on another
For such things as counter-love, and others,
Which when, (as it more often is)
Unavailable, we begin to miss
And in missing my friend,
Is loneliness without end....
So, to rid thyself of the loneliness
Turn thee not unto love unless there's none else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem