Love is so faithful & true,
It’s perfect, I shall fill myself.
It honors, cherishes I’m well please,
somewhere, I shall hide myself in it.
For those who beloved one perished
Love still live on & on, I shall die in it.
It’s pure, beautiful, I shall shine in it.
In my heart, I make my sorrow smile.
In the very eyes of those I shall love,
Love itself shall glitter so as the sun
& shall sway as those of strong wind.
& I shall cover my own heart with it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem