How to love, my love
which way do you prefer?
Love as a feeling
or love as a word?
A love that goes away
as time passes by,
a love turned to nostalgia
too soon to say good-bye?
Or a love that operates on no time,
no approach of finality or an end to be near?
A love that sings a melody
chirping birds stop to hear?
How to love, my love
which way to love you?
We could do all the foolish things
that wise lovers do...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem