Love Is
a tender feeling
among silent or speaking hearts
chasing their dreams or in pain
and in infinity this life lies
which they tell us do now or never
in probability
thus how mute those steps may be
find their eternal home
now and ever
in din or shade
in tears most.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem on 'love' encompassing its birth and decay......thanks for sharing..