Love comes in many form & among so many
the love of a child is the most percious of all
Often we see innocence in the eyes of a child
As though they knows us well
Knows that we'll be with them no matter what
Knows that we love she/he no matter what
Knows that we protect he/she no matter what
Come hell or high water
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true, so true. Nice writing. Enjoyable. If you get a chance read my poem 'A Mothers Love' Keith Foley