'Love crosses all boundaries
it has no limits
with its' own free agency
it can be anything
it wants to be
it can be like a tree
and it does not matter
if the tree is old or new
all it takes is for the winds
to blow into it
and the rain to nurture it
for in the end it's still a tree
love is like a deep blue sea
it tosses around, spins and moves
its waves coming back and forth
and no matter what it does
change into all kinds of shape
it's still the deep blue sea
if your love goes to the east
or farther to the west
it does not change anything
love stays in its course
whether it turns good or bad
it's still called love
all through the passing of time.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem