Love,
I went searching for it!
Until i became old;
And, finally, to have it by my side.
Cave, enclave!
To let it be;
Rest, interest!
With workable ways;
But now, it is by my side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With workable ways love shines still a person becomes old. Wonderful composition and nice idea.