In your mind, what's it like to be in love?
Does it feel good, or does it cause you pain?
Is it like a beautiful morning dove?
Maybe it's like a dreary day of rain.
I ponder on the thought of what it's like
And wonder if i'll ever be in it.
Is it exciting like riding a bike?
Or maybe it makes you just want to quit,
Your search for the one; the one just for you.
Life in my eyes would be so incomplete.
You could only hope for the one so true,
And without; your life you want to delete.
Without love, how would you make it through life?
You'd die alone with no husband or wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem