Roaming around the thoughts of her,
thinking if he could ever win her.
But he sees no string attached,
and his lonely heart in low voice said,
'It comes not, my dear, with warning,
Love ain't always so charming.
It can nail your heart,
leaves deep scars.
Try to run, it chases and hurts you deep,
worth fighting, at times you'll smilingly weep.
you'll curse your fate, it's color so blur
yet fight for the happiness of her.
that's what love is, my friend,
when pain and pleasure both have no end.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem