To taste is not to eat,
Love is a thirst that cannot be quenched by a sip.
Once the heart learns to yearn, it lights a fire that would forever burn.
Many have gone mad, for they tasted and never got eat.
This glimps of a garden so beautiful it makes the stars shy,
Saddens the souls of men and makes their hearts hard.
For they have breathed the breeze that blows from the gates of the garden.
And they have inhaled the sensual scents of the fruits they never ate.
Enchanted by this image that never fades,
All that's good becomes terrible; all that was sweet is now sour.
Hard as they may try, reality is a spiky mistress she cannot be embraced.
Try as they may, they keep knocking and hoping that the gates will open
For nothing hurts more than an unfulfilled love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem