Love your country,
Love your life,
Love your family,
Especially your wife.
Love can be many, many things,
For many people; it all depends
On just what you're seeking.
Love your neighbor,
And your enemies too,
Then one day -
It will come back to you.
Love is like a precious flower;
It will grow or will devour;
It all depends on care that's given,
And efforts put forth into the living.
Love your master and your Lord,
For all the great things he has given.
Without God, there would not
Be a world to love,
Or a way to have our sins be forgiven.
Mr. Ali, I find this poem very true to the readers heart, when we allow true love in our life. This piece is well structure. Keep up the good work. Lecie :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an excellent poem to show the different types of 'love' there are....you've really put it across in a positive way - I think if we all felt like this we'd have Utopia! But being a India-lover, I love the first line most! ;) - Dona -