Love is like a river, 
It has its own way of flowing, 
It keep on going and going. 
And it will never come to an end 
But was a good blend
Of doubt and regrets 
Tears haven't been rolled in yet
Although object may get in the way 
Of make things okay                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    