Does a Rose have any feeling?
Does a Star love it's own light?
Does the Sea remember being,
Immense Beauty, Tempest, Fright?
Does the Wind remember learning,
How to blow a stormy night?
Does a bird plan it's long journey,
Just before it takes to flight?
And do You, do You Remember,
When we met with such delight?
And from just a tiny ember,
Love, burned everthing in sight.
excellent poem, Sandra, but maybe love burns everything including the lovers. the idea of love is alot better than the reality of it. but what do I know. like it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another one of Sandra's darts right to the heart... and right to the mark as well!