What is Love?
Is it something we do?
Something we feel?
Something we recieve?
Are we filled with it in a moment?
Or does it take a lifetime to reach its fullness?
Is it that warm fuzzy feeling?
Or the ache that does not seem to fade?
How do we know when we've lost it?
Or if it was even there at all?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ok let me think.............. u have made me to ponder on some very mystifying questions.....some questions which can only b answered by ones who have experienced this love.........m not 1 of them though excellent poem