Never grasp to tightly
of what you wish not let go.
Hang on to it loosely
don't tighten your grasp so.
If it leaves your hand
just blow a kiss as it flies away.
For if your love is strong you'll see
It returning to you one day.
Gently stroke and caress it
so it feels your palms love do hold
nothing is greater given than love
it is purest of God's gold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem