when old grandfather lie on his bed
with old grandmother by his side
though they have seen better days
yet still they are exchanging that loving look
that look with the gleamer in their eyes
this is love
no.
perhaps this is love
at its best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so well penned in that yes true love is unspoken, , , exactly like I described in my poem 'A New Take On Love'...Jenny said it all here....