People have different words to describe love.
But does love truly come from above.
Love is not love its just a word we all say.
If love was love then why do people die everyday.
Love is to you has love is to me.
If that is how it is then we should be.
When in love it makes me then breaks me.
If love did come from above then why cant it just be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem