L-ove always seems to know,
H-owever dark or deep;
E-ach mystery is seen,
N-o top secret to keep.
M-ay eleventh Thursday
O-pens the heart for love;
S-taying strong inside
T-o glorify the Father above.
E-ven though the night is silent, quiet in the midst of shadow;
R-eading between the lines, love always seems to know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem