Love is the smile on her face
when she talks about him...
The sparkle in her eyes
when she thinks about him....
The The heart that breaks
when she is away from him....
The skip of her heart
when she sees him....
The race of her mind
when she holds him......
Love is this
to me and maybe
a little more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds pretty good to me.