Its not for love,
That we love,
Its the joy,
That comes with it.
Its not for joy,
That we're joyful,
We are only fearful,
Of the aches that come with pain.
Its not willingly,
That we choose to be saints,
We are just ignorant,
Of what the next world holds for us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great thoughts, nicely penned, a lovely poem.