As long as love subsists
So shall the lovers spring.
Remember, not all love is reciprocated,
Sometime, to love is to set free
And unrequited love is not a failure
But rather a shared experience of humanity.
Those that have mastered
The art of letting go —
Have either turned into poets
Or aphilists.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem