Our heart exists in a state of grace,
telling the stories of love saving face.
Giving us the words that make lovers coo
and giving us
the sympathy to know
why they boo-hoo.
Our hearts can tell of stories from time beginning;
Love stories that have no sure nor sudden ending.
For our words resound in the eternal Mind,
And with them
True Love
we hope to find
and give back to the Power
that holds us so dear..
That's the power of poetry, the effects Love has on
2 beings
though unclear on the direction it will take,
Poetry is just one form of love we humans make..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem