What is love but the voice of our heart,
Barely a whisper yet muse of all art.
What is life but a shadow of dreams,
More than we want and yet less than it seems.
What is hope but a wish kept from view,
Something once lost that can never come true.
What is faith but the light of the soul,
Guiding us on as we strive for control.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem