A love called out
I heard its voice
Subdued it was
I had no choice
Respond I must
This love I trust
The world is still
I climb the hill
To seek her hand
And to this end
Her love is mine
This is divine
I softly call to her
She holds my hand
We float on high
Survey the land
And spot the tree
She shares with me
Lovely poem Lento. We all wish for love to call. Nicely rhymed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written. Thank you Lento