What we see, taste, touch or feel
Cannot dictate what is real
And what our senses take to heart
Only tell the truth in part
For taste will cloy and feeling change
As sight and sound both lose their range
If love is real it won't be bound
By pleasant feeling sight or sound
Nor limits of the human race
But pass the bounds of time and space
Without a doubt true love is wealth
The very life of God Himself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem