Shall I ask thee my heart,
'How to love? ! '
A silly question of this dove! !
An answer that cannot be lent,
Given or joyfully spent! !
Something to feel,
An answer so real!
That makes even the blind man see,
With such strong feelings there are to be! !
Feelings that feel its self,
And never places its wings on the shelf! !
That runs wild through the rivers green,
That sees the 'love' that can never been seen,
Love itself that; see itself from a distance so far,
Locked up in a selfish tower!
Let it out,
And it let freely soar! !
Give yourself to it,
And in return It will love you more and more! !
That of love is truly it,
That of love we could never toss aside or on it spit! !
How much more could I ask? !
This of a question! ! A big task! !
A simple question,
Such power in it!
That when it echoes back,
Love is lit! !
Lit forever eternally! !
This love of such grace and esctacy! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem