To love, is a decision.
To love without measure is my ultimate goal.
To see the person and love them, looking pass the body, yet deep into the soul. To wipe away the tears of the hurting, that needs to
be hold.
Yes, that's the kind of love which breaks the mold.
Love is a decision, to have and to hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem