In responce to Cory Mcknight's 'Four Letter Word'
Love knows no secrets.
It sees inside your heart.
It realizes your falling.
Before the falling starts.
Love contradicts your wishes.
It's what love wants that counts.
It makes you step from saftey,
And leave behind your doubts.
Words and caresses-
Love uses them like tools.
It turns the brightest wisemen,
Into the dimmest fools.
Love finds the strongest tree trunk,
And simply makes it bend.
Which goes to show that simply-
I'm due to love again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem