Love at it's extreme
     makes you dishevelled and keen
You are unaware about your whereabouts
     and feel yourself on the 9th cloud
The first touch is magnetic
     which makes you go hypnotic
The first kiss makes you phobic
     of loosing the cherished out in these tropics.
You feel high and low
     and let no boundations when it grows
Those silly smiles and love notes, 
     secret ways so that no one knows
When days and months passes by
     the relationships tend to fall but why? 
Promises are made, now forgotten
     Dreams once seen, now come to shatter
You pretend to be happy
     You know you are lying
And when it comes to apologising
     he has already said a good-bye! ! !                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    