Struggle
thy name is love
You are sound of kiss
You are a great desire
You are body flesh and blood
In my thoughts.
Wings of heaven grows on
on the back
The world turns reality.
Love is like two mirror
falling in love
with own image.
the last stanza is superb, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this most.........great definition.