Love, love is something
akin to catching identical snowflakes
elusive and impossible to understand
a search for that eternal beauty
that magic in every hour of the day
that joy in just the thought of a name
whispered, sung, shouted aloud
ode to love, oh sweet, sweet love
what dreams and pleasures you bring
even in sorrow your song plays sweetly
the unrequited beauty of wanting
the boundless desire and belief
of what, what could possible be
and the keeper of the dreamlike heart
the wanton soul to become known
awaits all such beauty
awaits the snowfall to happen
that a chance may arise at last
to find the matching snowflake
love is a massive undertaking
and almost any chance at it
is a risk worth taking
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I would like to translate this poem