everything would be swell, just people trying to please
if love was the cure for those that are dying
everything would be swell, just people trying
if love was real, as you or me
for poems the need there would not be
if love was a drug, and could alter our minds
how often would we use it, mabey all the time
if love knew of me, would it make an effort to find me
would i accept it or would i hide it
if love could bring people together
would it make our lives any better
if you dont know of the thing they call love
how can you belieive in the good things above
if it a mystery and life is a despair
theres a little thing called love
and it really does care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem