It can appear like an apparition
but yet love is no superstition
love is blind yet so full of sight
love is kind not looking to fight
as love gets older it begins to grow
for the size of love we do not know
love blossoms through the rain and snow
while the seasons do come and go
love reaches highest highs and lowest lows
love is fast and love is slow
also does love rise and fall
in every fate love, it conquers all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem