Love is a beautiful thing and no doubt it is a beauty to reckon
My first love was the smile i got when my mother held me in her hands
The sweetness in her heart can't be explained and the smile i smiled back to her was magical
I look at the smile of my mum and dad in their frailness, i am still their sweetness
Love was born to be beautiful from birth till will loose ourselves to the worms of the earth
When love comes the dance is perfect, words are beautiful and moments are cherished
Never a moment love won't be beautiful if it rushes like a waterfall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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