In poems with rhyme, 'move'
so often rhymes with 'love',
you find yourself saying 'loove' and 'muv' -
and before you know it,
'shoove' and 'pruv'.
Then you see 'love'
rhyming with 'grove'.
Before you know it,
the pots on the stuv
and it's neither 'moves' nor 'muvs' -
it's colorful 'mauves';
and 'loves' is bready 'loaves'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Move and love amazingly rhyme as sometimes these mismatch to match the perception wonderfully. An amazing sharing is done really.