Only lovers know the sadness of heart
It is unlike any other sadness
No matter where the lovers come from
They will die for your love
I cannot tell love in words
I feel it only in my heart
My tongue fails to tell
How I feel when I am in love
When I use my pen to write about love
Love shatters it into a thousand pieces
When I use my head to think about love
I feel like a donkey stuck in mud
If you want to know about love
Ask love what love is
It's like wanting to know about the sun
You have to ask the sun what sun is, and do not turn away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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