It’s not love if it doesn’t live forever; if not timeless
Even if it’s with pain and fever; it could be just a sickness
It’s not love if it doesn’t cure the heart and undo its sadness
It’s not love if it doesn’t push the mind to dive in madness
It shouldn’t be love if your body still keeps the balance of its fitness
If not, in his arms, you find strength and in her tears lies your weakness
It’s not love if his voice doesn’t comfort your loneliness
And with her bright smile she lightens -in your eyes- the darkness
If sorrow is in his absence and her accompany completes your happiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem