Love to feel it and to have.
Is seldom shown on a face that's sad.
Even in times that are not going good,
People with love to know it felt...
Do not often seek it from someone else.
To then complain about their aches and pains.
With this done to believe,
Anyone finds this attractive.
Like vinegar poured on a wound.
Is just what is sought...
When one has had too much honey.
And is soothed by aggregation.
Loving to discover the agony of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem