love is not a petty thing
to throw away in trash
It has a deeper meaning still
it has no means in cash
those with anger, greed, and hate
will never feel the warmth
the love that keeps the world so tight
has faded and has worn
if all the nastiness and wars
had left the world, it'd still
be a place i know and love
where i can sit and chill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a nice poem, with a good rhythm. If you could get lines 10/12 to rhyme as well, to finish off, it would be even better.