Love comes to conquer.
It prevails over reason, triumphs where
Intellect grieves.
A powerful force,
It precipitates feelings of helpless
Uncontrolled needs.
It's aim is to stay.
Embedded in heart, it roots, expands and
Produces seeds.
Limitless then, love
Thrives unbounded, it eats alive censure.
Protest recedes.
Can love be survived?
Infinite power, perfectly processed,
Love pays no heeds.
Thus with explosion
It's spears enter the soul, wholly at home.
Love feels easy.
Then destiny calls.
Battle is won, no more warring, as love
Always succeeds.
Hopefully..love will always win over many emotions that we feel... and if its shared and lived as 'one'...then all the better..great verse...10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem from the warmest of hearts, a masterpiece of poetry thank you 10++++ Chris