Is it relative and to what?
To feel love for someone,
Openly discussed.
With belief a doing it,
Has been welcomed to receive.
Relieving one admitting this,
That what has been wished to want...
Is achieved and guaranteed.
Yet...
Not to realize,
What has been confessed addressed...
Isn't taken seriously but teased.
By another doing it,
Wanting friendship and nothing else.
But just an opportunity to leave,
Someone else to feel pleased.
Often love is assumed.
And too late to take back.
Especially after a commitment made,
Is difficult to retract...
When one's 'I DO',
Has been laughed at.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem