Who, doing love, are still crushed
Are the faint-hearted jealousy-filled hearts;
Who, doing love, are jealousy filled
Are the ones with forlorn hopes.
No matter what the love one shares must move you
To a distant never scaled,
To a height never measured
To have the beauty of life.
@ welkin Siskin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a sublime emotion and it must be respected at any cost. Unfortunately jealousy is the just opposite reacion, another side of the coin we may say, and fails to appreciate love. Great truth. Thanks for sharing.