We we could put into words
our highest ideal of all
that is most lovely and lovable,
beautiful, tenter, gracious, liberal and strong.
If only we could grasp what mighty,
everlasting love who chastens us, not for us.
Revenge but for a glorious reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as love seems to be transcended yet in through the dream making it streaming all along and eternal, yet supoeb thought that courses gently with time and space, and i give credit of10+