LOVE
Love is, holding his/her hands on the gearbox while driving the car in high speed
Love is, kissing him/her even in the morning when s/he wakes up and before going to bed;
Love is, missing him/her every single moment when s/he is not around;
Love is, thinking of him/her, smile remembering his/her mischieves and look complete fool infront of others;
Love is, reading his/her texts again and again and smile;
Love is, texting him/her for 2/3 weeks long without talking to him/her or seeing him/her in person;
Love is, texting him/her at 3 in the morning and get the the reply back at 5 in the morning;
Love is, texting him/her "Good morning, beautiful/hun" in the morning;
Love is, seeing his/her picture when s/he is not around and getting sad and happy at the same time;
Love is, spending every single moment with him/her, for him/her.
Love is, to hate someone the most whom you once loved the most.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful version of love.. But i cant hate him or her whom i am in love
Thanks.. well it depends on the situation.. writing about the feelings from the real life experience.