The feeling that you can’t be without,
The feeling that turns you inside out
so others can see just how you feel.
This then is love.
The knowing that all’s right within your heart,
The knowing that it can be torn apart
whenever you are alone.
This then is love.
The waiting for endless time for two,
The waiting for touches that bring to you
ecstasy in your body and soul,
This then is love.
The speaking of desire on your mind,
The speaking of how it is you find
there’s nothing that you would not do.
This then is love.
The weeping after a fight occurs,
The weeping when your tears bring blurs
until you’ve kissed them away.
This then is love.
The sensing when there’s something wrong,
The sensing of a beautiful song
that makes its presence known,
This then is love.
Love encompasses all these things.
Love is all consuming and always brings
you to the point of no return.
This then is love.
Love sweetens the air you breathe.
Love sweetens all that you leave
to each other in the end
And you know that this then was love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem