Love first exists in it's essence.
Raw unmolded like potters clay.
Then when for another it takes form.
Artists two put craft in play.
It's give and take as two become one.
Striving towards the dreams of one day.
A love that exists till the end of all time.
When death do us part will not take it away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its great the way you describe the essence. Brilliant piece indeed Sir.