do you know? 
what it is, 
whats love
to you? 
to me, 
whats it to me, 
well...
words.
its a lie
to make you feel, 
happy, 
okay.
makes your heart, 
skip a beat
and your eyes 
see nothin but what you wanna see.
its a excuse
to twist you
round their little finger, 
cus when your in love, 
you do anything for that person
right? 
but hey, 
don't trust me.
what do i know? 
cus no one knows
what love really is.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    