Ideal life, one preserves for true living, reserves for loved ones, to make love believing;
Real life, still precious, can be complicated or sophisticated, entangled with suffering;
And then to an empty, undefined real life, Love enters and starts rearrange,
Slowly placing one by one all life's details in proper places, with attentive cares;
So that each exclamation mark of life now can be preceded by an excited laughter, not a frown or an alarm or an anger.
Love can do all that to one's life and more;
Love can make the current life perish to be reborn into a fresh life,
A life which no longer lingers in cries or be soaked in tears, but shall be showy and fresh like newly cut flowers,
Inhaling their own sweet aroma to come alive in life of their own.
Life full of love has laid itself down to be picked up again
In the arms of the Beloved resurrected King.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem