Love O Love
Love O Love
Love O Love
Delegate within distance but frozen to the essence nearby.
His stings polish by her beauty.
His steps hypnotize by her sway.
His sub- conscience gravitates by her mystery.
Cherish is lost in the mist of ancient's sea.
Love O Love
Love O Love
Love O Love
Fate starts at the range but hope stops at the touch.
By: M. W. Styner, Jr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem