To see is to believe, but believing does not require sight.
To touch is to acknowledge, but but touch does not reckognize.
To hold is to know, yet knowledge cannot feel.
I have learned to live, but have we learned to love?
I have fought and so had peace,
Hated and therefore loved.
I have held life's sweet embrace,
And so I wait for it's bitter retreat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem