It glows in the glove and grows like a clove
But hidden like a treasure trove
In forever is his endless love
You find a trove in a mud without a glove.
But if love letters were addressed to the needless
It will make minds mightily man-up relentless.
Heartbreak and lovelorn would be a deja vu
Then I hear: 'love is beautiful' but says who?
When heart is deflated and left airless
Javelins and arrows pierces to the spotless
It is true love but it was careless
His treasure trove is not effortless.
I'm not saying that you shouldn't love
But love is stronger when peace has a dove
Flying mutually together; skydiving up above-
...Love is good when you look up and see a prove.
It glows in the glove and grows like a clove
Stretch your arm and deepen your palm in his glove
For the hands He joins none can remove
Such good loving doesn't have a counter move.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem