Each love is just a song
that goes by the night,
with feelings that do long
the times of sky bright.
With all the ways of growing
and making days anew,
in fullness of their glowing
of sunshine that gets through.
True love is up bringing
and making times so great,
for longing days of singing
of all its freedom's debate.
Their dreams are up in rising
and giving of all its glory,
so much in ways and surprising
in lives so full of times story.
Love is always rising new
in boundless ways and giving,
there in it is a hope for you
and all the days of living.
So never let your dreams go by
for they can give so much,
they open up times boundless sky
with each their way and touch.
Nice writing. Love is always rising new in boundless ways and giving, there in it is a hope for you and all the days of living. So never let your dreams go by for they can give so much, they open up times boundless sky with each their way and touch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Peter, such a heartwarming poem👍👍👍