Love is the gift within a heart
that frills the unwanted be wanted;
It is neither a sacrifice
nor a blessing
but a divine right to practice.
Love is never something material
that thrills the givers to give;
It is neither a behest
nor an heir to feast
but a divine privilege to share.
Love is not something to be hidden
that tricks the self to envy;
It is neither a conceit
nor a self-longing pit
but a divine righteousness to keep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem