Love is loud and confusing when we're young...and may be difficult to read
It can make us happy as we smile or blush...sad as we cry or bleed...
Love softens and illuminates when we're older...and we cherish it as art
For now we sit in silence...as we read each other's heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The steps of love; to move along with the muse of the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.