All around me is a universe of love,
They loves their love,
I love them, I love my loved ones
And somewhile with the desire, so damp and dark
Bright and unsure
I will have to love a man,
A man for which the entire universe stands, for the love of him,
I thirst, I make whispers,
I start to like, start to hate.
Starting to love his honest life,
Will make me kneel on truth,
For love never makes lies,
It's melancholy lies in truth.
Truth is the mother of love and let she pamper her with honest, curing, hopeful and never - ugly drops of milk,
And let he say truth and act truth,
And let he love and learn to love,
For true love never utter lies,
It is of truth, it is of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem