The love is life, the love is death.
It gives power or loose strength.
We can happy or we can sad.
We can be wise or we can be mad.
We can whisper or shout aloud.
We sit happy or angry stand.
The love grants peace or made a war.
The dreams near or it is too far.
The love is every thing we dream.
It is Salt water or a lovely stream.
He grants darkness or lighting beam.
He rising up or threw to ground.
Loosing balance or look around.
Without love life is desert.
It is a past without present.
Love grows by giving. The love we give away is the only love we keep. The only way to retain love is to give it away. ~ Elbert Hubbard cheers
May no gift be too small to give, nor too simple to receive, which is wrapped in thoughtfulness and tied with love. ~ L.O. Baird Gaurav
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wooow...what a great explanation of love....excellent