We will live to remember this day,
And we will live to remember it always!
For it is like a visit to LIberia in Costa Rica and,
The visit to Liberia in the West Coast of Africa.
Wht is the colour of love?
Tell me if you know it;
What is the colour of hatred?
Tell me if you know it;
For this lovely polace had taken me so high on this love,
And you will come to taste my sweet love one day.
Oh love,
What is it that you really like?
For this lovely bird had taken me so high to see the world;
And, one day i will be back on this ship on love to meet you.
It must be love,
Because i can see it in your eyes;
And the total feelings of love is full of the spiritual healings too.
It must have been love,
Because of the way you do look at me;
And, i can't stop loving you back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The thought behind this poem speaks volumes...thank you