I speak of love,
though I don't know
how it feels to be in love,
I think of love, though
I don't comprehend
what it is all about.
I wonder about love,
but mine mind cannot
take all the wondering.
I dream of falling in love
but twa's all all but dreaming.
I seek for love but
it seems unsearchable.
I speak to my mind, it says,
' Love? I never know about love,
it's not in my vocabulary'
I speak to my heart it says,
' Love? we have not meet yet,
I didn't feel it yet'
I speak to my senses, it says,
' Love? does it feel like cold?
or does it feel like pain?
Oh, pity me,
foolish me...
so pathetic me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a dreaming bird to sing but mine mind cannot take all the wondering. I dream of falling in love