I am for love always
it is in my heart,
even in some unlucky days
when love does depart.
It is still in the inside
flowing on and on,
where the heartstring hide
till I am all done.
I can't quit this feeling
it's a part of me,
some thoughts stealing
and setting them free.
For love is just this way
that goes on and on,
meeting each new day
till they all are gone.
Oh dear I say more
of something like this,
of something that isn't sure
a feeling like a bliss.
I know you have this too
it is a part of our being,
so much me and you
sometimes not clearly seeing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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