If one could search for love so kind –
from ocean’s depth to narrow shore…
so rare a beauty might ever find
as though never searched before.
Yet in the human heart lies trust –
a desire that tickles the soul.
In our bodies we simply must –
Find love to make us whole….
But within that quest, of broken dream,
finds nere the song of love’s requiem,
For her shadow is sparse with invisible seam,
lying broken, invariably lost in-between.
For closer to heart than love’s yearning call –
lies hungry start of monstrous endeavor.
A bloody war where the good shall fall –
beautiful life lost for nothing better.
The screams for mother and country so dear,
breathing the bloody stumps of men….
And he, so bland, raise a hand to cheer
such violent death of countrymen.
What of love for times as these –
gone to hide ‘midst the forest…
seeking shelter behind the leaves
of hatred’s enchanting chorus.
Search my young friend, far and low,
for that love so well hidden –
and when if found, let your heart come round,
to pray that war be ridden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yearning call! ! When one finds true love. Nice work.