Love is the rain storm
That we don't need an umbrella for,
Because we wish to get soaked-
All the way down to our deepest, secret layer.
Love is the long walk
That we don't need wheels for,
Because we don't wish to miss
One mediocre sight, on our journeys.
Love is the element
That we swim and have our life in-
And none of us would wish for a life jacket;
Preferable is drowning, than to live with it's vacancy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem