Love is the only thing that is real.
Like nothing else she is able to
transcend all and to shape love itself.
For she is everything and without her
nothing can exist.
Sometimes small, often great
but allways and ever she remains
the primal force.
The penultimate moments..........to be loved by someone that you loved.Nice writes Ruerd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strong feelings... you could now claim what you love about her... Deva