She didn't like me
Neither did I
But we kept playing due to stubborn nature of love
Love is cruelty of dichotomous distances which are not going to converge together.
But let confess that it's the essence of distance that makes love meaningful.
Consolidation and unity of lovers wreak havoc upon the pure nature of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem