Love is like a blossom in the day.
Love is a flower that blew my way.
Love should be pure and free,
Love should be to one not three.
Love, a very strong word.
Love, something that feels from above.
True love, divine,
Yet so hard to find.
To some it is a waste of time,
To others it is like a lemon and a lime.
Some say forever is never,
Yet some say forevermore.
What makes one so 'loving'.?
What makes one so forgiving.?
Is true love where you will walk with them hands together.?
Is it where your love never fades.?
Some say forever is never,
Yet some say forevermore.
Just do not let it waste away,
Then look for it another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is in the soul, love is in the mind, love is the air, its everywhere.... A poet has all the names of love... its a game, its in someone's name, its the flavor of a curry, its the sweet little cherry... its a feeling, its an emotion, its wild, its active... And you have come up with one of its kind of words... Very well written, :) Keep writing my friend :)