Born of faith
What's life in its fulness
Unlike other states
Love is not transit
But infinitely lasts.
It's soul's inward power,
Has a reality but no form,
Holds no memory of a wrong,
Heart alone feels
When desires and wishes
Phase out to become love itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Frank O. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.