How many times does the dove fly?
Cross the midnight sky which is black
How many times does it say and do not come back?
Love is the same way
It flies to one place, then leaves for another
Love can be strong and truthful
Love can be weak and deceitful
Yet true love goes nowhere
But to the heart
I love you
And I have from the very start
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem