Is love,
A mother and her child
the wind carressing the trees
the lake upon a shore
a bird and her chick?
hopes and dreams?
pride and strength?
water...and fire?
is that all what is contained
in the simple word...of 'love'?
is it
peace after war?
...
or war before peace?
lust and beauty?
love is not just these mere definitons
of feelings and interactions...
of passions
and actions
love is millions...billions...
more than that
of forms and different ways to be shown
felt
...given
when the true meaning of love is acheived
the beholder of that meaning will in turn understand
that love
can never be held in one form
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem