Love sings a song,
a song without end.
It can be heard
singing out from everything.
When love sings its song,
a song without end.
Young and old hearts flutter
whenever they hear its call.
The sad and the lonely
under its spell fall.
When love sings its song,
a song without end.
Whose chorus can be heard
as the breeze whispers
among the trees
and all hearts fall
under loves rhapsody.
25 August 2008
Every one loves a love song, even if they pretend they don't... Andy 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David, Fine song about eternal love.... The end - without love... The love is the God himself... And let this god always felt with us... 10... Sincerely, Tsira