A love is a music you can hear it;
A love is a sweet smell you can smell it;
It is a hot food you can taste it;
BUT
It is also a sweet poison, it starts working when you get hurted
AND
The pain of love take you to death
you will not die, But become a body without life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True words...Love/pain go hand in hand -SG