Don't cry, we are still young
To know what love is.
It may be gone today.
It may come back tommorow.
Things about love,
It will go terrible
It will go smoothly.
Love is like a flower,
When we fall in love
It grows
But once the love is gone
It dies.
Then we fall in love again
So the flower grows again.
Love makes us happy and sad
Love makes us laugh and cry
Love makes us believe and doubt
A mixture of emotions
One the love is gone
Who knows where it goes?
It is gone for today but
Will it be back tommorow?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem