Dear Aphrodite,

What is love?

For all those poetry I’ve written,
For all those wise words I’ve said,
Seems like, it is me, who doesn’t know anything about love.

For God’s sake,
I’ve wrote those poetry with all my heart.
I cry my heart out.
I cry to the world, how in love I am that night.

For God’s sake,
I told everyone all my theories about love,
How love will find its way back,
How love will light up your world.

Aphrodite,
When I talk about love;

How can I forgot about the pain it follows?