A poet once said:
'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...'
I love thee...
from the moment I saw your soul...
I love, on a daily basis...
I don't always fall in love though...
I love thee from the moment I heard
your thoughts...the real you
don't mind appearances that come across
don't mind time...nor space or loss
I love your every smile...
the music that comes from your heart
the words that come from your hands,
your mouth...your gaze...
I love the as you are...
with every single beat of my heart
I love the in my dreams, my daydreams
my days and my nights...
and although it might seem difficult to understand
I love thee...forever
no matter what...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Here is a seed of love. It grows like a weed, so take care where it falls. Plant it somewhere there is no love yet, or what will it be worth when it grows?