Love should take flight straight to Heavenly gates of the heart and thought...
Love should soar to highest flights of delerious unawareness of the heart uncaught.
Love can only carry us to hearted delight....
Love may burn deep within our blinded sight.
At last we grasp that elusive feeling of love....
Like as a free bird flown up and all seeing from up high, way above.
Free at last, free at last to live a great promised future and not of that of the past....
Love hath amassed, at last-amassed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem