Man, I love you so,
and we love love so much,
but it comes to hate us.
Is it because love it is not meant for us.
If it is not,
why are we still here.
At this standing point.
Love and us
for some strange reason it doesn't mix.
Is it me,
or is it you?
Maybe it's a sign.
God has something in store for you.
But I still love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem