The wild red rose
Gives out a lovely fragrance
Love is in the air
As I see a couple cuddles at the corner
Love and hate a thin line separates
As I see another couple fights
Love today, hatred tomorrow
What an irony of life
I wonder if love is blind
As the saying goes
I wonder if love is a thing
If love is life and life is love
We cannot do without loving
Yet it fades away easily
So quietly I seek to ask
Is love a thing of the heart
Or a state of the mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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