Our love is
Gentle and slow like the snail
Germinating like a mustard seed
Blossoming to a bright shining flower
You are the blooming flower
Fresh like the morning rose
Waiting to be plucked
By the gentle hand of love
That is a demonstration of the gentle hand at work writing a love poem! It does indeed celebrate love in a very spiritual and lovely way. Well done, good sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Susan for your kind comment on this poem.