Love does not have an identity
Its nameless
Faceless
But everyone seems to recognize it
Everybody thinks that they've been in it.
But the wiser ones know that love is not something to fall into.
But something that consumes you
Relieves you of all inner demons
So that only god can live inside you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Miracle andersong You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.