Love is a dove
graceful and free
like the sound of the wind
blowing through the trees
love is a beat
the rythum of your heart
not giving it away to easily
would be smart
love is a rose
it pricks your finger
your heart is broken
you can not linger
love is a song
it sings through your heart
but it does not last
happiness is gone fast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fantastic.............