Created from that which is.
But it cannot be found by ones self.
It can only be found by one in another.
We convince ourselves that we do not need it.
Because it hurts us so when it is lost.
It can connect us and hold us fast.
It can be set free upon the winds of life.
In its purist form it joins us and links us together.
What it is.
Is Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem