Love has no bounds; boxing match with uncertain rounds.
Love can flow through rivers and streams or glide through the sky like a kite as far as the eye can see.
Love can move at the speed of light but disappear in the darkest of night.
Love can be as high as a rain forest tree or as tiny as a bee.
Love can cross contenites, countries, and states or crash and shatter like a stack of dinner plates.
Love can sneak its way in like a thief in the night or explode like a congested sewer pipe.
Love can dive to the deepest depths of an ocean, or be an incompetent fool incapable of showing no emotions.
Love can be too sweet for one’s taste or take its time approaching at a slow steady pace.
Love can be a tiny seed waiting for just the right amount of nutrients to help it grow or just some warmth from the bitter cold.
Love has no limit to ways it can be found; love will forever have no bounds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem