there once was this word
i used but never meant
but then something stirred
oh what a joyous event
my heart was cold.
as hard as stone.
and the weight if it told
of being alone.
but then this word i speak of
i had said it to you
the word was love.
and for once it was true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem