It’s true – ‘true love no alteration finds’ –
love is a state of being, as yourself:
your love is not outside, but deep within;
it is not something you can ever lose;
nor something that can leave you ‘low and dry’;
does not depend upon some other form,
some other body’s sometime warm embrace;
and when you’re silent, still, you know this so…
Believe me, love – I know this in my heart;
beyond all blandishments, this loving rhyme
rhymes all our hearts, which cannot live apart;
we know we know this, past all timeless time..
Can I just say.... sigh (of the good kind) ... yes. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Micheal I enjoyed reading yo poem, keep writing