At a loss for love
Love is generally in a most disadvantageous situation,
looking up from underdog positions most pathetically,
longing for what can not ever be accomplished,
searching for the most impossible
that never can be found
and losing all in hazard games of desperation.
Thus I keep on looking for and searching,
longing for and desperately seeking you
but without hope of ever finding any destination.
Still, the very aim is good enough,
the very honesty in the intention is worth all the failures,
and, above all, the idealism of love
is always worth the hazarding and losing everything.
It’s the urge, the feeling and the truth that counts
of all that beauty love contains
when it is earnest in itself in pure sincerity.