A heart is chaste,
it loves with no waste.
A heart that stand around,
with an intent quite profound.
No matter what circumstance,
a pure heart hopes for a chance.
It humbly endeavor to find its quest,
of a love to win as a romantic conquest.
Amidst all the eventual adversities,
a pure heart expects best possibilities.
Though not everything becomes meaningful
but whatever comes it will remains faithful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem