It hides from me,
where ever I may be.
Love has no face.
Nothing to sparkle, there is nothing soft to touch,
nothing that I`am allowed...to love back, so much.
The back of it`s head,
is all I ever get to see.
That is why...Love has no face...to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem