We forgive your indiscretions,
Me and the Lord above;
Some say that's just foolishness,
But I call it Love
I see a child of feeble strength,
Though others see a man;
Stumbling and falling along the way,
Always reaching for my hand
You spread your wings and try to fly,
But the current brings you back;
I'm always there to pick you up,
Providing the strength you lack
The laws of love are strange, indeed,
What am I thinking of?
Suffering heartache and despair,
Some say it's courage - I call it Love
And some say it's just foolishness,
And I'll leave when I've had enough;
But I know I'll always be here for you,
And I'll always call it Love!
wonderfully conveys the strength of a lover. for god's sake, hold your tongue, and let me love (John Donne)
You've rightly called it love. Amazed at the definitions of love you have exemplified.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful poem. Somebody of our age will agree with it. The youngsters will toss in the towel.