O Love! What a beauty you are
For you people make peace and war
For you lovers jump from cliffs
And you always live in lovers lips
O Love! What a beauty you are
You seem so close but live so far
For you lovers cut their veins
Place flowers on mortal remains
You are immortal in poetry and prose
You are the fragrance in a fresh rose
O Love! What a beauty you are
You make bad and good all fair
You have melted hearts of stone
For your loss people forever mourn
O Love! What a beauty you are
In the lover's heart you live a scar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very tender and sincere. Ranges from birth to death to mark its immortality.
That is a very sweet comment Lidia. Thanks very much.