My love lives on
Against all reason,
A flower blooming
Out of season.
My love still grows
Without any hope,
Like water flowing
Up a steep slope.
My love burns bright
When the winds blow cold,
Like a cheerful fire,
As day grows old.
My love is soft,
It will give you rest,
When you lay your head
Upon my breast.
My love is true,
As a faithful friend
Will stay by your side
'Till journey's end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely words that flow so easily, well done, Lynda xx