how do you know when a 
like is no longer a like but a love
when just thew sound of thier name 
makes every nerve in your brain
go insane.
when thier very worst quality
makes you want them even more
when you lay in bed at night
and let your thoughts soar
you hate them and yet cant
help but love them 
when is it a love? 
its a love when the 
picture of thier face shoves 
every other thought out of 
your brain
when you would do
anything and everything 
for them 
when you care more
for thier happiness than 
your own
inspite of all that happened, 
happens and will happen
you still want to be with them
how do you know when
 a love is a love.
like is because love is inspite of                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    