we aim for a brigh future
and sometimes we teach our hearts to love
the right person
at the right time
we want logic
to reign in our hearts
and then
the heart that loves
without reason but only
for the feel of love
suddenly shrinks
like a raisin and
then dies its
natural death
because love cannot
be taught
it is the teacher
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem