Running from Love
Crashing into sadness.
Who shot the dove?
You’re in a real mess.
Stand still and wait,
Love will find you.
The doves fly high,
Don’t feel so blue.
Try and take a
Different view,
Find your inner self,
Love will come to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice poem dave and I hope you never lose you dove of love! ! !