Love is a red rose
Fully abloom;
A not so passing fancy
As in dreams deferred,
Like the warmth of the sun
Upon our summering shoulders;
Love is like an endless ocean
Of absolute dedication;
In it's depths- quite unfathomnable
And never shallow;
Leaving it's indelible impression
In stones one finds upon it's beach;
Never to be washed away
As in the sands upon the shore;
Love is the journey and the destination;
A beginning and arrival
Of things longed for,
Of needs that are finally met;
The absolute satisfaction
In the knowing of it,
And the fulfillment of it's hunger,
Becoming sated and at peace
At last in the warmth of your arms;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very romantic poem about love. That is what makes the world go around and around and around. Appreciate the write.