Wind blowing gently,
Without worries and care...
Telling us faintly,
'Let's fly—just like love flies in the air...'
Love is born to soothe the eyes,
Divides the hearts, for lovers to share...
Love is blind, it cannot realise;
Silently, love flies in the air...
Two families abhorred each other,
Scolded, warned and tried to scare...
But lovers never thought to bother,
They still believe that love flies in the air...
Some fell and some fled,
Some took love as a dare...
Some died before they were dead,
Still Love flies in the air....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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