Almost a bird on a tree
Love for me is free.
Never afraid to fly
Always ready to try.
Human is born of love
Untainted gift from above
Pouring my feeling wholly
At the person I care truly.
Now I long for a steady;
Dreaming of somebody
At this time I am ready.
True love is sometimes on the run
Often it becomes like a play for fun.
Real love in truth is hard to find
In people whose sincerity are blind.
Believing that love is an integral part;
I claim to possess this greatest art,
Oh give a chance to this anxious heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem