Love will never be known unless you think of the cross.
If you deny it's story you would be lost.
Lost in kisses, lost in hugs.
Lost in lust thinking that it is love.
Love makes you rise, Love is not found in your bed.
Love spreads your wings. Love closes your legs.
Closes them for the sake of purity.
Love locks and seals your innocence until you meet.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem