Like Gold,
Love never grows old!
Some times it tires,
Diminishes its fires,
Burns slower with desire,
But never disappears,
Greatest blessing,
Wipes away the sadness
In our tears.
Love is ever charming. Love glows with light of eternity and takes us towards God to drink nectar of wisdom. Gold may be old but love doers not become old. This shines as blessings of God. Amen! Excellent poem is shared...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a comforting poem, Sandra.... a huge 10+++++++