Love adores itself;
it seeks to provide inward joy by outward beauty.
Love does not claim possesion,
but gives beauty.
Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain it.
Love's gift cannot be given,
it wits to be accepted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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