You first
need to see
if you like.
After all,
you may not.
Only if you do,
if you really do
like the plant
can you really
really love it.
And a plant
will always reciprocate
being loved
if the love is
genuine.
And so will
a woman
who is truly loved.
Love is a reflection
out of eyes,
plant or human.
A reflection that is
caressing you.
That is the beauty
of love
and the miracle
of woman.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem