What is love but a flitting, fluttering butterfly?
A ticking time bomb ready to die
What is love but a heartache on stand by?
A chronic illness that eats you alive
What is love but a cold hearted and cunning thief?
An artist creating an elaborate motif
Made of roses and thorns
A road to nowhere, old and worn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem