Love, it’s just a word
A word with four letters
Four letters with one echo
One echo of many lives
Few lives it touches will smile
Few lives it touches will pale
Few lives it touches will end
Lives will change with its touch
A touch with many meanings
For some it’s a white lie
For some it’s a state of mind
For some it’s a feel of heart
Few feel it in first sight
Few feel it with many sights
Few feel it with no sight
A feel of love in many forms
Few don’t believe all its forms
Few don’t trust in its touch
Few don’t feel that it exists
A word love is also hated
Some will accept it
Some will reject it
Some will express it
Some will hide it
Express it or hide it
Accept it or reject it
It’s a feel of loving hearts
That lasts for a life time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'...Few feel it with many sights...' Unending insatiable...LOVE... Great idea... Ms. Nivedita UK