What is love, do it exsiste? 
Is it real or just a myth? 
Will we find it, or will we die, 
staying lonely till the end of time? 
Love or be loved, thats how it goes.
Hate or be hated, thats how i roll.
Love is a mystery, thats how it'll stay.
Love is incredibe, but a price to pay.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    