My love is like the highest mountain,
So high that no man can climb,
Reaching, reaching ever upwards,
Supreme against the tests of time.
My love is like a mighty river,
Rushing, gushing to the sea,
Flowing, growing into greatness,
Onward `till eternity..
Reminds me very much of 'My love is like a red, red rose.' Beauty in just a few words, and well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is wellwritten on various dimenssion of love form, beautiful style, keep it up to the heigt of mountain by flowing like streams of rever, thanks.