Love is the dead-end of life’s journey,
It’s a lock that has no single key.
It’s a means to learn how to cry,
It’s the story two people live in complete lie.
It’s the darkness that can’t be escaped in light,
It’s the wrong that can’t be ever made right.
Love to me is like paper that can tear,
It is a passage that leads one no where.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thats a bit harsh feelings about love, nice read anyway.