I have something in my hand...
What is it?
It is light, but it is heavy.
It is small, but it is large.
It is invisible, but is visible.
It is hot, but it is cold.
It is ugly, but it is beautiful.
It is more then you can imagine.
I have something in my hand...
It's Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem