Floating like a harmony on the air,
Winging like a bird between the clouds,
Softly...inside the feelings.
Sometimes is shy, sometimes is dare,
Sometimes is humble, sometimes is proud,
It's the love.
Too many words,
Or a soundless from the botton of the heart,
Some miscomunication between the lovers.
The spechless between the gods,
A new beggining in each ending,
It's the love.
Two hearts and one soul,
Two bodies and one thought
Tied by a rope - the hope...
Two lives and one goal,
Two histories and one destiny,
It's the love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful way to describe love. So true.