Love is a ripple upon the lake,
And the swaying flowers,
That lie in its wake.
A Mother, s touch, a baby, s sigh.
Love is walking through the forest,
At the break of dawn, and seeing a lovely
running fawn.
Its the birds that sings and flowers bursting
Forth their most incredibly beautiful blossoms.
Love is my life, Love is my life, I give to You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem