Love is something like...
when teardrops fall like raindrops do
when failure strikes out of the blue
Her smile had always lifted me high
Her care had unleashed my bondage from tear
Love is something like...
when friends had turn their back
when people saw nothing but my lacks
Her embrace had enshrouded me with solicitude
Love is something like my Mom.
No matter how they underrate me,
I will never be afraid to stand
For the spark on her eye,
sees something others haven't seen in me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a beautiful start, Alex. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks