A heart can only know the true meaning of love when you lose it
And when it has it, it doesn’t know what to do with it
When you have love you can get though anything
Without it life is like a constant bee sting
The heart knows who it loves it chooses it not the brain
It’s a powerful organ and when you get let down it complains
The heart is the most important part of your body
Without it you are just absolutely nothing
The heart knows no wrong till wrongs are done
The heart tells you when and where love has begun.
The heart is the passion, which contains the feelings of lust
But always knows when its is time for real love
The most precious gift that I know of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem...by the way...i THINK you had a few typo's