love comes in many different forms
depending on the situations it will transform
love can be strong, love can be frail
love can even make you wail
but the one thing you have to remeber
be it january, febuary, july or december
is that love overall comes out best
and you'll end up happier than all of the rest
when you're with the one you love
you feel as free, as a wild white dove.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem